Lyrics:
homeboys put vogues on any car
With 6 by 9's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dopefiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started smoking D
spirits raising
Drugs and pussy make the world go round
Whatever way you play it
Racks stay by my side they got my back
Don't ever leave me baby
If you
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
what I'm sayin'?
True, true man, yo, man, who's your boy over there, man?
Oh that's my man from out of town
Oh word man? Yo what's up, man? My name is
yale to make bail
She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
[B.G.]
Baby gangsta got an A.K.
With 50 shots for that ass
We play it raw on V.L.
If you lame you can't last
No hesitation in my trigga finga is
paper
Stay up
Get your thanks up
Bless the savior
Fake love
What do you want
Meet your maker
Hater
Why do you lust
For my flavor
I just popped a Xan
Yo,
loud
You know you owe me some pussy baby you been holding out
Met a vibe she from the town
& she gon' sit there til the piece hit, yeah
Met a vibe she
the freaks (let's go)
You can spot us out of town by the way that we walk
The way that we talk, cocky, the state of New York (that's right)
Hot now top down
Hustle“
„Boyz N the Hood“ war der beste Film, den es gab
Auch wenn Ricky starb und Doughboy kurz danach
Doch auf dem Soundtrack hörte ich MC Eight zum
got the drive
Love the ones that make me feel like this our time to be alive
R.I.P be to Kobe
24 Hours since the legend died
I bet angels in heaven
of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out
or Die see'mon
A-Rock, uhh.. Back-Pack, Jack-of-Love
Uhh uhh, Johnny P
Uh.. down - like - that - what?
Keep it real baby, 2000, millennium, we gone
for novelty honestly will make you despise monotony I
Cashed in my sin now I'm aging is it possible that my Maker is younger than I
Untamable grace is
ice so remember this tip town,
And you ain't ready pussy nigga better set it down,
We mag night and rock steady nigga spittin rounds,
Turn you're
Everything they say about Playboy Too
I'm $hort Dog, ain't nothing nice
I drink g-juice and wouldn't cut it with ice
>From the Eastside baby, Oakland town
It's 3:30 in the morning and we still up
Just chilling by the island playing flip cup (Yeah)
Couple broads in the bathroom, fixin they makeup
Then we
hit da floor I see you stayin on yo grind
I watch you twirk it baby drop dat thang 2 da floor
Now tell a friend dat dis yo song grl bend yo back low
She
even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P
lines like Pacquiao we don't back down
I get love from P-town out to Tac-town
Where you from we is not coo
I want gold like the Rajas and Datus
Got
for?
When I was young I was so very dumb
Eager to please a lil'
Trick on a mission tryin to get in my P's
Me and my niggas is thug niggas
Former known
homeboys put vogues on any car
With six by nine's smoking burners
Everybody got addicted to my dope fiend beat
Whole town fucked around and started
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
Yeah
EPMD, 9th Wonder
It's crazy
New York
Charlotte, yep!
EPMD can hold you down baby
Uh
Spark this off with a b-boy who show P love
O.G.
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