Lyrics:
I never seem to finish all my food
So I always gets doggy bag from the waiter
So I just keep what's still unchewed
And I take it home, save it for
on the boat now
Every single one got a gun, that'll smoke, pow
These punks about to get hit by the best
I'm wearin' double vest, so aim at my fuckin chest
A thousand different ways to get paid
With a phrase
Days go by,
I be hibernatin' gettin' high
Dreamin' 'bout L.A.
Penetratin' somethin' fly
Down in
me pop my trunk
Show you my amps and my Mossberg pump
Because when I pull it most niggers run
Fool niggers stay and get hit by the ricochet
you should get the picture or if not, you get a preview
That we don't take no shit
Cause MC Ren ain't a nigga that you want to try and fuck with
Kick
the teacher I was gon' be on the rich nigga list (told you)
Black ass nigga, quarter mil' on his wrist (hey)
Black ass nigga with a bad ass bitch (uh)
I went
I met a man in a rock and roll band, he said won't you come with me
I let him know that I could not go, you see I get mine for free
We are all
a black Bimmer
But my dream's to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal, uh
It
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of Hell
Jail and crack cells
? culture
Or the repercussion
While bustin' on back-stabbing
blue black
Gon' tattoo that by your eyes
Max caught seven-five, man, he blew that (free the wave)
Niggas got the drop, where your boo at?
They comin'
And a 10-gauge AK just to
See if you talk back
This shit is whack, so what if i'm black?
Get off my back, so what if i smoke crack?
I'm probably goin to bell
Well it was out in California by the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in and it left its mark on me
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all
figure
Stuck on yo ex pussy nigga go and get her
Sippin on that orange drinking Fanta
Turn you black and blue the black you could say that its vanta
Bitch
big, sexy hook
I think you're gonna really dig
Oh wow, that's great (awesome)
Should we just lay it down?
Boys, let's get to it (to it, to it, to it)
then you get to serenade (woo)
Croc' loafers, long sleeves, silks be tailor made (boss)
Black chauffeurs who open to doin' anything (yeah)
It's
them Bone Thugs
Black Glocks and chrome slugs parked on the block with the nose up
Get ready for the face off, Nicolas Cage ain't got shit on a nigga
(Two, two, one, two, three, four)
By the San Diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left its mark on me
Yeah, she nearly drove me crazy
Presidencies
Excellence black all over me really you silly to try to get
In the path that wasn't meant for you empty
We ended up envy DJ they still do they see
You know we don't drop hits, uh uh
We drop classics nigga, uh huh
Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga
Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes
get frightened, I
Oh how, oh how I need you baby
To keep me from going crazy
I really need you baby
Need you to stay
Oh how, oh how I love you
Well back in 1876 an ol' boy named Bell
Invented a contraption that we know so well
By the 1950's they were in everybody's home
There's a crazy
get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh,
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
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