Lyrics:
girl in my lap
The bass is kickin' always stickin' cause you like it that way
You take a step because it's def and plus it's by Cool J.
Cut Creator
Pussy nigga don't you speak to me
They killed my bro Pistol Pete, Rest in Peace
Pull in the six four, no Eazy E
Money over bitches, MOB
Cookies punching
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
're not in
Any moral position to tell
Anybody how corrupt they
Are you should be quiet when
You have spilled the
Blood of human beings has Nigeria dropped
it's no cigar
So it better be that Ghost or that double R
My Alma mater is serving fed time
See the streets before God cut off his deadline
Demigod
[Ludacris]
Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots
When nobody said life was going to be easy
And we
of the cut with
Some shit that I wrote with my nigga D-R-E
So you know I must be dope
But uh, rat tat tat tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
up when it comes to you
Cut things off when it comes to me
That means do things differently
So I'm B-E double G-I-N-G-U to C-O-M-E
Back
falls on strangers, travels free
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me
And I do not really need to be assured
That love is just a four letter word
drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate
what's really wrong with these racist days
I honor the strong and pity the weak
Your thoughts run your life, be careful what you think
Haiti beat
and fastidious in the way i convey
Having visions can't see through the veil
Better get myself back on the trail
Hit the T R A I with the double L
We used to be
We pop, we brawl, gettin' money til the day we fall
Double barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
Uh, yeah woo! Uh, it’s going down, niggas!
Yes! Khaled! Free! Uh, uh, uh
It’s that slow flow, F-R double-E, nigga
See them pussy niggas but you
ya role, by the way tuck ya gold
And you and your mic can ease on down the road
Assholes are like opinions, everybody got to have one
Shootin' in
I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm on e
Or a double stack better nigga double that
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker, Bo Jack,
the O, the N-E, say
I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A
'Cause I'm gamin on a female that's gamin on me
You know I spell girl with a B
A brother like me is
is me, then who should I be afraid of?
Bought a white Ghost now shit is gettin' spooky
Very, very scary like shit you see in the movies
In this
the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet???
Run-DMC ??? ???Peter Piper???
- ???Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rocked
watch
You know what time it is
'Cause Drag's clock say 7:30
So sudden move and you gon' be left somewhere
Real dirty, dirty
Double R - a camp where
fucked up.
So you might as well kiss your ass goodbye,
Cause in the long run (we'll all die)
Jones told them move
S-P-A-X-E
With double R
We coming through
Rich rock stars the gang
When our shit plays
Y'all get the grooving
Rich rock stars
These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley
(What the hell is goin on? Someone's sleepin' in my home)
Snoop to the D-O-Double G
Get in, where you
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