Lyrics:
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
(Mr. Rockefeller)
So get your ass up off the wall
The all around the world Digital Underground Pac
must be suicidal
Don't say my name unless you suicidal
Don't get too close unless you suicidal
Don't touch my niggas I suggest you don't
Boy if you do
tryna flip and
Drift with me that subliminal shit
Then bomb for you braggin' bitches
So prepare to get so so by some real Outlaw
(Well, I just heard some
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
Oh, I'd have to be twice as tall
At least to feel better than I do
Yes I'd have to be twice as tall
At least, I mean me multiplied by two (by two)
needed)
(So high, so high am I) Let's get P.O.D.'ded
Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby
Fucked up, look at you faded
I am what I am as a thug
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
for a nigga
She be a nigga ballin, would get bout it for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other
for a nigga
She be a nigga ballin, would get bout it for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other
pounds, makin' mill
In here feelin' good as fuck
Glock cocked in hand, ready to bust
What about us country'd up, platinum us?
Boy, y'all don't wanna
up
(Get it up)
Twelve jump behind me, put it in the cuff
(In the cuff)
Real D boy, sellin' grams and weighing up
(Weighing up)
I'm at the lawyer with
blmp, blmp blmp, blmp!'
Grown-ups said "Get that thing out of here!"
Not only that, the boy's father was a gettin'
in trouble. He was a magician. He had
Y'all know what this is
D-Block
Oh yeah by the way
This is the remix
Who!
You can kiss your ass good-bye
D-Block D-Block D-Block D-Block
La
of Watford. My goodness, I go the wrong way and get to bleedin
Russia, it'd be all over. Yes, due west of Watford, 3000 odd bloody miles -- forget this
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
but you know
Any day you wake up, that's a good day
Livin' life like a renegade
Most people just livin' they life tryna get paid
Good fella wanna
By eleven o'clock I'll be flyin' high
Ain't nothing in the world that I won't try
Jimmy got smashed, took his trousers off
Barman said, You boys have
instead
Now I get surrounded by his niggas
And they said
"Lay a finger on my nigga
My nigga you dead"
An army against me
Stood up and ain't flee
Cops put
that long
Where a lot of people get
Poked up and clapped on
My job really putting on for the city
You get popped like a wheelie for
Saying some old silly
(Boy, Boy, Boy, Boy)
Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a fuck girl get it out pick on up
They want the boy, Montana
on and take this as a last warning
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
Dont dont d-dont dont do that
Dont d-d-d-dont dont do that
If you dot wanna get slapped
a d boy
So they think I'm a d boy
I move like a d boy
So they think I'm a d boy
I move like a d boy
So they think I'm a d boy
I move like a d boy
So
wanna get fucked up (what you say? What you say?)
I popped by the ice cream shop top cop somethin', pop somethin'
Ya heard me? Where's Serv-B? Nigga,
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