Lyrics:
let's go, alright, hit Vaughn
There you go, all the way
Boy, shoot it, shoot it, shoot it
I wrote this on an Amsterdam canal
I rode a wave and left
always get they shit split
????I talk alotta shit boy my mouff reckless as hell
????Every bitch that’s in my click some ghetto bitches fr
????They smoke
but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause I'm
the MC Eiht, Compton's Most Wanted Crew.
Housing the mutherfucking set.
Killing 'em off side by each. Audi 5000
grain
Big body sittin wide enough to take up both lanes
I chunk up the duece for the North and the South
And the boys with that hard and that soft in
pageant, meat for the flowers
Not too special not too strange
Just the way I like 'em
You find an empty promise and stick by it
Not too pretty not too
beaten by the best
Yo, damn skip I be riding my own dick
Those with that fly shit up in they head, get domes swollen quick
Competition best pray for
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the Castro-land,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.
Torture advocate.
Got
If I can't get no motherfucking satisfaction
We don't snatch kids, here we go nicknapping
Tell ya in plain English, not in Pig Latin
My enemies just
and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait
stones for old friends
And I tell 'em my secrets and that's where it ends
The woman who named me, she's in the ground
But her Walker Jermaine just cannot
case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,
but be damn sure
Those days are no more, so classify em as ancient history
Mysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkin
Breath stinkin cause I'm
kids, drugs ruined my life
I'll even tell 'em condoms make you go blind
Yeh, yeh
Bloodthirsty cries of the people outside
Bloodthirsty cries
can tell when I open my mouth
I bet nobody got mo' princess cut teeth, than the Boss
Open your mouth up you lost, I'm blinding these boys
I'm joining
get red
By the way some shit can fuck wit' the head
("Some musical rhythms can")
(Back up! Back up)
Step back you dilly stunts
I'm illy more than once
Yeah
Turn me up... Louder
Spiketape (it's the potent)
Ayo S.P.I.K.E (huh?)
Tell me why they look like they mad you (why?)
'Cuz like PMS I got em
Give you my issues
Flip thru them
One by one
Now tell me
If you'd overcome
Rip out pages
I learned plenty
Front to back
Hindsight is 20/20
Take it back
all I wanna keep it
Tell me how can love be so easy
But when I stop believing
Baby you show me the meaning
You make me feel so loved
You're everything I
along
You a little boy looking at things, things looking scary
When you climb up, looking from above, not so very
Things previously considered to be
boy a lame
The more that I make
The less I feel pain
Mixtape 'bout a hundred bands
I'ma need paid in advance
Tell that girl to bring her friends
Oh
dope lines than the cartel
Switch up the tempo
Im wearing all negro
Moonlight w/ satan
She making me tango
Pulling them strings boy
I feel like
I'm that dread head, with a little scruff
Looking smooth boy, cause times been rough
You still hating? Well that's enough
I'm feeling way too good
of spades up on everythang 8ths to the face
And I'm smoking on purple rain
Flown I'm past fly smell my cologne when i walk by grab my coat and hold on
Cause
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