Lyrics:
on the low an alias, no names
(Big Dubez)
Yo Marlon, what you mean meet on Burke? you off the hook
If they out for a crook that's where they gonna look
Meridian niggaz; what up dunn?
Liqour store closed
Hit the bootlegger, let's hit the bootlegger
Straight up, yo
[Prodigy]
Yo dunn, we got guns in
There were one great big lion called Wallace
His nose was all covered with scars
He lay in a somnolent posture
With the side of 'is face on the bars
A Family of leaches
Lives on my road
And if you ever want to make eye contact
They tell you off just for a joke
You can tell by their features
Watch as the big man knocks off their blocks.
Run up the ladder but not far enough.
Cheat the numbers, watch the games get tough.
They've done
to the voice inside
Every big decision is a trial by fire
Wisdom acquired
Fuel my desire
ooh, baby, my heart aspires to genius
Genius is in the mistakes
[Intro]
I Love Cali in the Summer Time!
[Roscoe]
Oh boy!
Yeah, Los Angeles
Yeah I just want to say 'Much love to my big brother Kurupt Young
brother and thought they was gone pay em.
he took his strap out his waist and handed it to big sleigh
and stepped right up in his face and said hey
big ass chair
Tryin' out slang words while you combin' ya hair
Ya productivity is wack, bring that box here fo-sheezy
Go get some coffee, punch out
The only thing on my mind is the big payback
They get one of us, we get three or four
If that ain't satisfaction then we're out to get more
Fuck
though
I'll hit you off later with the paper let's roll
It's all soul
Music, I love it
Make it in my home replicate it for the public
Then spread it
of big tails, Dickies and Ben Davis
The one and only witta chrome pistole
For those who don't know me: Bandana Swangin' Parole
Dub witta capital 3rd letter
weight of the scales
Been brolic since I was young
Pushin' weight by 12
At 16, I started buggin', pickin' off dudes
Caught bodies in the lobby
Splittin' up
changed but the weather partner
Nothing but best want nothing less
Cromed out guns with the gold triggaz
(????) flip the best
Bot it down packed making big
bottle of 'gnac, you could shine
It ain't no thing, show your paper stack (check it out)
Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggas
Take money by
these niggas never notice it
I don't take long to decide
I just go for it
I am not controlled by my pride, that's my approach to it
Put my whole hood in
can't
Last year I was looking at life
Got nicked by Scotland Yard
Would've thought I was in Glasgow doing up crime
Trust, only if you knew what I do
Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture
to cut some homies off 'cause
They weren't following the G code
Couple thousand on me everytime I
Throw this piece on
I don't like 'em big circles so
I
fly so I don't know where we stand
And to be cool with me you gotta smoke a hundred grams
Just to set it off you know me I light it up
Homeys say that
swim
I do it big yea I play above the rim
Now the folks gotta pay to come see him
Them niggas lying they ain't
Really in the field
Im catchin play after
eighteen, I sold that car
Traded wheels for a wedding band
A Plymouth hunter-green, big block with three on the tree
With every nut and bolt turned by these
is worse than wasting money
Tryna pay all my bills by the monthly
Until they get somebody to Michael dumb me
And we went from homeless and hungry
and drivin on a suspended expired license comes in buy it
from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin that capital that the big
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