Lyrics:
The rule of one king
In charge of running everything
Reaping untold fortunes while the world is suffering
It's a theory more complex than flux
the drive-by complete (*Gun Shot*)
I know you've been told, we got the Westcoast sold
I know you've been taught, we can't be caught
So if you're lookin' for them
homes I'm down,
I'm down for
mines, es mi varrion
So you want to be a gangsta, and build your rep,
well kick back and I'll tell you how step by step.
Get your prep on, punk (yeah), I’m popping off like loose cannons
Guard your noggin, ya neck, protect yourself, dammit
Step to the ultimate or wise up
They tell me put the dope down, and it won't hurt no more
But the only thing I really seem to understand, is murda mo'
They tell me keep my trigga
All I wanted to do was rhyme nigga
You know say mic check 1-2-1-2-1-2
Turn my mic up, check one two
And the rest of that old punk shit
before, but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing holmes, but I'ma do mine
[Lil' Rob]
And basically that's what I think
All these fucking fools can
a guerilla, by any
Means that I'd murder if I have to
Heard my homie's working as an undercover
Ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
Could it be
dome
It don't matter what the fuck you say or banging
I'm a stomp
Cause I'm tired of these motherfuckers think that I'm a punk
Cause I don't bang no more
coulda blind me
Grimy
Wake you out ya sleep with one ninety
Gemzstar with the Nemstar, buck ninety
Come try me
Punk, the pump right by me
You
like fog
This was a triple six verse not a triple four
And after this, I'm gonna give you some more
yeah and it don't stop
Yeah and it won't quit
Dre
fact
I push up on the mic with more heat
Warning mothafuckers that we can't be beat
From Compton, on up to east Long Beach
That nigga King Tee makes
Floyd
I'm jumpin out the window
Sike, I'm fly, I float aight right by
Cut my own moat
Get by with my chose fam
Dismantle thrones
All the fuck in
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the day I lost my coolness
[Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil' Rob)]
'cause now they don't ask where you're from no more (Where you from ese?)
They just roll along
the day I lost my coolness
[Chorus x2: Frank V (Lil' Rob)]
'cause now they don't ask where you're from no more (Where you from ese?)
They just roll along
so
We hit the strip from San Jose, to Vallejo
Make more scrilla by the mouth piece
Non-talking niggas don't know shit about me
Ignore
and I ain't came out of my pocket since
See all these chicks wanna get with me
Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City
[Chorus - 2x]
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by
Well, alright. You see the thing is...)
This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If
they like, "No he didn't!"
an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit
but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
see
to the side, why
That spells L, take one and resign
We can take this all to heart
Little by little we can fall apart
Or we can let 'em find our kind
In the back
wreck one more, so we can hit the store
Cause it be goin down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside,
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