Lyrics:
do the drill all by myself ion need no friends
Bitch im with lil Yay we shooting shit just like its nba
lil 5ive be marching band he coming through
tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
After five diet Millers I was
Meow-meow-meow-meow
We might have to sample that for the album
Hahaaaaa the cat album by the dog
Meow the Jewels meow-meow-meow-meow
Meow-meow-meow-meow
glass"
'Cause the ceiling fell and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin and I started to shout
"I've been hit, this is it, this is it"
I was
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
shit, huh, Dre?
Oh, for sho'
Yeah
Check me out
It's still Dre, Day nigga, AK, nigga
Though I've grown a lot, can't keep it home a lot
'Cause when
truths I've sold
Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are
a thousand songs that made you move your ass
And for the last 300 months
I made 16 albums with me on the front and they bump
Where you get your beats?
I
album hit the shelf
Grandma's favorite, she could not understand
How there's people in the world who wouldn't want me as a neighbor
Had to explain
lines then we popping ya
5ive 5ive
What they do to foes
Know they dropping em
Opps minds
Open they shit up then acknowledge em
Ain't been in that my rap
Hmm
You might think I'm crazy
The way I've been craving
If I put it quite plainly
Just gimme them babies
So what you doing tonight?
Better
Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?
I swear I parked my car, shit
Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat
Open my eyes, see my car
coming home
Coming home, I'm coming home
See, see me
I've got nothing to hide
see me
I've got nothing to hide
See, see me
From album "The Ballad
five minutes
On one of them Gilligan Island shits of New York, Virginia
Word up, came out here to visit your ass
And you playin' shit like this up in
all white
Cocaine looking clean
Best believe a backend
Stuffed in my jeans
4our 5ive Glock
Yea it’s tucked on my waist
Hell nahh I ain’t scared
I’ll
forgotten how it feels
Hit by something
Hit by something
Hit by something
I've forgotten how to feel
Feel feel feel
all I've done
You wrecked my life forever for you're a hit and run.
I should have known that you were speeding for you live your life so fast
I
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
truths I've sold
Everyday it's something
Hits me all so cold
Find me sittin' by myself
No excuses, then I know
It's okay
Had a bad day
Hands are
(written by lowell george)
(performed by jackson browne on the lowell george tribute album rock and roll doctor;1997)
I've been the one who has been
And even if the sky come fallin'
Bitch, I'ma still be high
I got faith in my weedman
My lil' niggas got yay' by the beanbag
Hit your ass from the side
album (what?)
Revival flopped, came back and I scared the crap out 'em
But Rolling Stone stars, I get two and a half outta
Five, and I'll laugh out
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
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