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For education and culture, heads is waitin' for Mos to
Do the album with Kweli, we do it like we suppose to
Nobody come close to my crew, we
on the mic
The Butter P honey got the sugar, got the spice
Roll the L's tight, keep the rhymes right
Yo, I just made this motherf- up last night
And, uh,
[Snoop Dogg]
Yo what's Crip-a-lat'n? Dis big Snoop Dogg
Leave your name and your number at the motherfuckin beep
If dis one of my hoes, two-way me
dream girl just called back
I'm still repping that north side with
That big P on my ballcap
These broke niggas don't like me
Cause they say I think I'm
Paper up, double pumpin', BIG, where's the loot? (loot, loot)
It ain't safe, it ain't safe
Mil' in cash in the safe
French vanilla by the case
Fuck
ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some
to no good the whole world would ask us
And when the girls would walk by we would try to catch their eye
And if they didn't show face we would act
[Silkk]
Hey yo Snoop
Tell Xzibit and Dre to be having that thing bumpin
When I come out there
[Snoop]
That's funky Soopafly
Big Snoop
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
Mr. Big Dreams no tolerance
Cut you at the house and haven't hollered since
Get bored quickly
He stay grown
So the p-a-tron had to get poured
sound like mine?
Now, to have a partna as well as my friend
Well I have two partnas as well as my friend
And on goes by the name of...
Maganoo aka
Let it go Let this angel life go
Let yourself go
Time is passin' 'til the cops come
Big beef, big beefin' with the Mistress
you know ya shot by accident
to tell the truth and open the worlds eyes
yes we do have a serious problem in L.A.
and other citys true retaliate happens
Greetings
This is TylerMade
Aka not your average album
Every beat is made by Muah
I produced this Album
And they say I'm just a rapper
Lets Go
Uh
Let
high!
Mano são ossos do ofício, Ai high!
Caí numa albina Ai high!
Enrolo essa fama no Green, Ai high!
Big body, booty curva tipo Nike
Eu estou no tiro, e
to make it rain
Yeah, third album, nothing was the same
It ain't safe, it ain't safe, A-$-A-P
I come from The Bay where the cuddies say "Yee"
Touchdown
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
"Say, this here,
bounce than an ounce (Death Row, Death Row)
Shucks, stomping in my big blue Chucks
More bounce to the ounce while I'm ditching you, klutz
And I ain't even vote for Obama, P!
Uh, this that Brownsville bully rap
Hoodie rap, take a nigga chain, smoke the goodie track
Surrounded by
across the tallest tree
No apologies
Dub
O N T
A C C E
P T D E
F E A T
With a big ol boot on the gas
I cut my brake line
Hail Mary throwing up the pass
I'm
And I always keep that player shit for the streets
Your man's album hella flimsy, that shit weak
Drapped in some Maktivity for fashion week
She
thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up
[Chorus: x2]
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I ain't
Slime
We can touch the water (yah)
Bitch I walk (wah, yah)
Walk on top of water (bitch I, yeah)
Slime (bitch I, ay)
Big bang
Nasty in this hoe man
permanent ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some
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