Lyrics:
Mic check, mic check
One (one), two (two), three (three)
Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs
It goes three (three), two (two
and I think about you
I got a tape in my deck and its broken in two
Driving and driving
Driving and driving
Oh by the way, did I tell you what you do
let the killing begin
Tokyo Gore Police
Killing you piece by piece
Tokyo Gore Police
Cinematic masterpiece
The chief's in a sex club, he's gotta pick
of bitches comin' by the twos
I got a lot of bitches, Balmain buy a few
Big di-diamonds but we call 'em jewels
All these racks think I sell dog foods
I
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
critical thoughts, criminal minded
Blinded by illusion, findin it confusin
Duel of the iron mics
It's that fifty-two fatal strikes
Duel of the iron
head down
Scared to look god bless my soul
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't
And the synchronicities
Of you telling me
You miss me
You kiss me
I fell in love
And out of love
Heart broke
What a joke
Life does
I still remember
My first steps
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Here, have a dollar
In fact, no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me
But it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God
an insect stripper pole
Turtle neck n' chain
Turtle neck n' chain
Turtle neck n' chain (sippin' on a light beer)
Chain so light when police roll by, I made
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
already been beaten by some two racists
Who got free because the cops hates minorities
The police supervise masses
But who supervise those dirty fuckers
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
your grip
Or better yet, strapped a clip
To a motherfucking' nine millimeter for heater
And put the ride down out of G two seater
You need a nigga
of the driveway
And the lights began to blur
Within a mile the car was stopped
By a police officer - she said
"Did you see the light was red?
Did you
said I could sleep on the couch
By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?"
"Ok, now, now he's, he's
try a new way this time
Memories of the things we did, some we're proud of, some we hid
So when two people have to part, sometimes it makes them
Beggars in the streets
Living of trash
Excluded from the system
Betrayed by corrupt
Hospitals without doctors
Schools without teachers
Transport
forty-two with the signal overdue
And the passengers all frantic to a man
That's when I would appear and I'd saunter to the rear
I'd been busy in the luggage
one a hell of a year, lost two of my closest peers (fuck)
Still can't believe it's real or process they ain't here (it's real?)
The robbers on they
(Named Snoop)
[Snoop Dogg]
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm running my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face
the Police Officer Station
Now, friends, there was only one of two things that Obie could've done at
The Police Officer Station, and the first was that he
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