Lyrics:
you fucked up your whole night (big boy)
What's my basis? The look on store owner's faces (big boy)
This kids outrageous, he buying them by the cases
Walk around with the pound
Strapped to my waist
Just in case I gotta merk something
Ride around in the black benz
With the top down
Hold on I think I
singin like a
Bird everywhere he go
Case is over, more pain but no pay
And these the G's that been
Fuckin up the gangbang
We all got one, nigga not one
hate to do
Livin' in the city, where the G's die young
And the niggas be heartless so I'm that trigger black
Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack
She's standing in the fire burning, and everything is going black
Like the smoke that fills her lungs, with every breath it takes her back
All she
shot here to change your world
Yeah, just get out and make it work
But you're much too scared to take the risk
In case they put your name on their
on the way
When we step inside the club we getting bottles by the case
Bad bitches by the poolside
Water splashing in your face
All my dawgs we gon ride
locked away in your own world
Without a source of caring
Broken by loving the way I've never been before, baby
I've been searching for somebody to open
sunken places niggas
Uplift they spirit
It's hunting season black man
Don't get caught wit ya hand on the carrot
Uh let me give this black man his merit
the world, people know what our face is
Waitress, bringin em by the cases
For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix
I'm talkin plane shit, that shit you
young fellow, the case against you is quite clear
For seven long years is your sentence. You're going to Van Diemen's Land"
Far away from my friends
gotta win
Somebody's gotta lose
Woe to them that see your victory as bad news
There's heaven on earth for the one that they refuse
Do the children need
the hundreds and fifties nigga
Pull up in black black honda civics
Got pounds of the midget Clips with extension
UPS nigga we packin' and shippin'
Stay focused
name naming
I've living by the code
My finger on the stainless ready
To rock the roll
In case these niggas try to take me under
It's like a jungle
bumper sticker
Whata nigga whataburger what if murder was the case?
What a day to be alive wita bopper beside me
Sucking dick while I drive by bible
are
Count your blessings name them one by one
Think of all the things that God has done for you
I know it seems your neighbour's got everything better,
question please.
I.B. - Ah. Wow. In your album you disrespect women by calling us hoes. Why is that?
Dres - Listen, listen, listen. Honey, ho is merely
You drowning by the conditions that we are surrounded by
The shit that we hate is the shit that we bounded by
See truth is when somebody stop
(Rodney O)
The bass that's in your face, sho' nuff shrugs your face
Just like you got sprayed by a can of mace
You see your speaker is movin,
in da black CE, yo,
Poppin' some funky shit by tha D.O.C
I gotta get paid, paid in a hurry see
I gotta have it if I'm not paid thoroughly
I start
Tryin' to get my grims off
Nigga tryin' to flip and
It's a Mexican standoff
I put a hole in your grill, with the nine mil
Dressed in all black
Lookin' for
Being a good human being
Shouldn't be a challenge true
Love gets wasted
Everyone is looked at
cs if they had replacements
Somebody tell pac
Is still
boxes in the closet
On the shelf and on the floor
Four more pairs on the rack
I just got a set in black
Couple more are in my hands
And I dropped a couple
Time spun lines around your eyes
Another year is passing by
Lone star falling from the sky
Light fades as the fire dies
Think you might be somebody
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