Lyrics:
about to bust your bubble like a tree lord
Too much marijuana got me p-noid
I'm killing instrumentals with that All So Simple Can It Be, boy
Shout to Lil
off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this
dangerous when you took it
Whattup it's the big boss Dogg
Snoop D-O-double-G, Eastside L.B.C.
And I'm bobbin to the beat of my O.G. homeboy Ice Cube
cousin
Let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down
And keep it real
Like 3X Krazy young player about the scrill
In this California lifestyle that I
Keeping it G ain't nuttin, you ain't gotta like it cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
Watch a young
know)
I was off in Vallejo (Vallejo)
Peelin' hoes like Idaho potatoes (potatoes)
What am I to do when life as a G
Being from where I be, DPG
It's
Smoke weed with g's
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
God you made me, but ain't no man
Watch me teach that old habit - full of havoc
And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics
People pay
Just to have me stay
And say a verse
I'll freak
to break that thang, girl
(uh) yea errtime that beat go
(whoa whoa whoa whoa)
Won't ya, uuuhh break it down break it down for me
Don't run outta gas girl
It looks like another one's comin around
So the Black Thought gots to get down y'all, yeah
Pass the what? (Pass the popcorn)
It looks like
and Warren G
[Mr. Malik]
We make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart
With these rhymes I release busta be plays his part
Get it start, get it set, I
down (break it)
And saved a couple, too like I'm from Cape Town
Know their position, you know, up with the face down (let's go)
I'm never content, two
tonight
Shake your thing, break it down, move your body around
You ain't know? It's a party when my crew hits town
Now what?
Mamacita
Sexy
Ball and G on the map
Nowadays I own my shit and bone bad bitches
Kickin it with rich niggaz in rollers, and candy sixes
Deliverin hot shit like Pizza
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
all right there, it's carved into your face
Should I break it all down? Should I fall on my knees?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel, can you
the deal
Check the hairdo of course it ain't real
Then I looked down she was fat in the front
I asked how long, well about seven months
Oh how time
Dealin' with G Armani, speakin' Italian-i
Spend my 30 stacks in a weekend down in Milan
Oh yeaa
Yea we party with mamacitas
We don't wear them Rollies
don't realize what's with Tha Pound
Blueberry smoke clears the town when me, Kurupt puts it down
From the shoulders we be snuggled with straps, we be
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
This is how we do it
Tens, twenties, fifties, hunnids
I'm a dope dealer, baby, I be countin' money (countin' racks up)
And like you other
pullin down Melrose
Still down with Elkos{?} 'til the fuckin' cell close
Nigga don't test me, you're gonna fail those
They should arrest me, blow like
[Break]
*scratching* "Never did like him"
"You know what?" *scratching* All ya'll! "Fuck, fuck, fuck all ya'll"
[Chorus: Kurupt, (Xzibit), ]
"It's for my
thang nigga bring yo ass
G's up Ho's down nigga you know the program
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
No one
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