Lyrics:
up, get the trailer hitched
By the time I get to bed
I'll already be missing you, kids
But we'll meet up in Sacramento
One show then two days off
We'll
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
must
learn to break this cycle of hate and disrespect among our brothers and
sisters and we must stop asking the question: why? Start spreading
the states of Michigan and California
Will conduct the executions behind prison walls
The 3 prisoners are set to be executed by 3 separate methods
Electric
got)
Got loose strips, two grip, that's the shit I'm smooth with
I'm the new kid that these fathers can't fool with
Send my new slips as tightly
Wild, wild, wild wild, wild, wild thoughts
Wild, wild, wild
Wait a minute, I pull up with a lemon
Yellow diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by
the house, what up
Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
Hoes in the house, if you see em turn em out
Bitches walkin by sayin hi to me
And niggas
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
'cause I got nothin' to do
Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated
It takes six minutes to get applause
And by the time you all catch on,
Whip I drive? Owned by me, wrists and neck, anti-freeze
Can it be? I'm who you dying to be'
Last of a dying breed, I'm Siamese
Twin pistol shooter
tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Stand strong on our two
used to there every minute every hour when you want me to
Now I think it over sitting in the shower for a day or two
And by the time I find I’ve been
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
innocent (he did it, he's black)
If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white? (Yo, think about that for a minute)
What if he was white,
A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it yeah I be pacing
Bitch I'm back again
Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin
This album 2 but
the house when they set trippin'
A hundred rounds hit niggas and wet women
East side N9ne-double-o-five-N9ne Watts California I ain't hard to find
Shit I'm
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
of the wicked, California living, big bag chasing no more taking niggas bitches. Cause i already did it, smoking something expensive, they don't even dispense got
1, 2, 1, 2, yo check this out, it's the jump off right now
I want everybody, to put your work down, put your guns down
And report to the pit,
And all I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves of my sweater
I see that when the money came that's when the women changed
Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with
Movie stars now they
to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's
One, one two
Check me out right here, yo
Yo, the sun don't shine forever (you can turn the track up a little bit for me)
But as long as it's
fronting mc, I hate to cap
You make hit records and you still can?t rap
I said it before, I?ll say it again
You don?t belive me, ask your fans
When I
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