Lyrics:
the game)
I'm in Saks goin' AWOL
I'm at Neimans goin' AWOL
Hit your bitch in the Aloft
Head cool, but the pussy wack
Wanna unfuck her, get her pussy back
and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun goes down, heroes
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
and a brand new Sig (on God)
Lil' boy, get up out the way (yeah)
Lil' boy, we didn't come to play (yeah)
And I got a partner named Dre (Dre)
You can get
down, put me on ice
'Cause I'm a really good girl
You a very bad guy
We're a little match made in
Heaven if I say so, yay-o
Come over here, boy
They keep callin' me, they keep callin'
All the lil' homies keep fallin'
In 'em sand traps, nigga's can't figure out
In the fast lane, boy put
and still build
Let your paper stack instead of goin' into overkill
Pay ya fuckin' beeper bill, bitch
Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Even the sun goes down, heroes
boy can survive
Country folks can survive
Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them old boys raised on shotguns
back to Simi Valley
[Money B]
Goldilocks went to cop some little boy brown
Should've stuck with the snow cause the brown cut her down
[Humpty-Hump]
Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at Big Roy's Heating And Plumbing
So one night when my family the I were
mama
I'm still tryin' to get the answer why
You were young, 45, and you had to die
I'm always tryin' to help people out
And it's them same people
doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by the reservoir
Wildin' pursuers end up
please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here
Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just
and a second to die
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping
All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds
And the boy was
You see me cruisin' down, better step inside
Ain't enough room to fit you all in the ride
First come, first serve basis
You know Hov' be goin
a 'vestigating committee
To see what's going on
(Yes, sir, and we'd better hurry)
Tearing down the road in a pickup truck
With Bentley out taking the lead
I'm goin' buy me the fall
And get a Myspace lick (yeah)
You know how many hits Myspace gets (yeah)
Man it's like I'm hurting feelings just by telling
"Boy, ain't you got any other songs than these?"
I go walkin' after midnight, goin' where the lonely go
I got heartaches by the number, hear that
what's out there.
I don't know how it's done.
Just take me to your leader, son.
I see you've got the joy.
I've seen you live it, boy.
It's real, it's free,
out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn't fall so he fired
One to the middle of his
me by name
Trashed my own house party 'cause nobody came
Well, I know I'm not the one you thought you knew back in high school
Never goin', never
dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done nothing wrong
Still I want to holler
Ask
Get in the pick-up truck, we're goin for a ride
Come one man, it's a downhill slide
Remember the dead boys
Crawl in the back, we're goin' downtown
the price (pay the)
Down to business, I ain't playin' nice (woo, woo)
So ahead of y'all, I'm out of sight, yeah (out of sight)
When you poppin', they all
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