Lyrics:
and doze to pros got called
by the po-po, save it for the phone doe
Bond DeVille, flossin off behind the wheel it's appeal
Took a chill, but I still
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Okay, ha! So we pop bottles one, bottle two
Bottle three me and D chilling in the VIP
With CC, Kol B and Richie
Getting drunk off of Dop-E
Bang beats like Dre and make movies like Cube
Tour the world like Flo, neck like Slick Rick
With a fire ass album like 50 gon' get rich
Cool like Cab,
Ey, Non sono mai stato lack (Naah)
Sempre avuto personalità
Infatti mi beccavi alla festa più H!T dell'anno (uuh)
Sailor moon by Polposandro
Hi-Hat, Hit
even up my sleeve
A million albums sold and it?s hard to believe
Well it?s true homeboy, it?s not a lie
I used to sell tapes on sunnyside
I used
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
Luftballons
While the one hit blunder rushes exhaust like city buses
I bond, like resin cause for the sake of skill, lost and found
Found by DNA
Smokin' Backwoods and moving bags
I was getting protected by my savages
Yellow school buses that's a Xany
Causing me to sleep and I ain't plan it (yee
myself, call me Gates, startup
If you ain't rich by 21 then you can't catch up
Sippin' and I'm whippin' and this city got me trippin'
Don't need substance
man
I s-said realize the game, mob hit nigga
Stack chips and make some motherfuckin' bank
I s-said realize the game
[E-40]
Look here, abominable,
what the fuck goin' on
It's E and his bitch, and KBK
Me and bro in the backseat, tellin' him to whip
Bloody nigga charged, we gon' have to flip that
tripping I'm a hit him with the stick
All of my niggas dey work o
Load up the CC's we carting
Posting the cheques and they clearing aye
Billing
Making hits by my lonely, Caz Carter can’t control me
It’s different now brand new that’s the old me, hit up kellso he said heat only
Haters mad cuz
Just know you gonna be great like you always been destined
Keep me by your side you'll never need no protection
A little girl is waking up this
sta vitaccia
History è l'album che mi lancerà
Vado contro ogni difficoltà
Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac
Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh
Who
To all the coons, I say "Hi!"-de-ho
Produced by the mighty pro
Crazy Kay Gee kickin' hit's like Karate Joe
Always with the mind every time to
Blame it
I'm a C&C two liter
The little honey that be doin her she thing
On some Mya shit, like "It's All About Me" see?
I bleed things, blunt slicer on my
a fool boy ya heard me straight swerve
A nigga behind me in the excursion and he swerve
Hit the parkin' lot by the club, just swerve
Headlights shinin'
Tossing a your bitch you slip we hit now we tossing a clips
Bossing and shit next thing I'm bubling and cavi
cause if the cold world air maxs
All the dubs
you know I been over you
I don't really need you why can't you just catch a clue
Got a bunch of goons right by my side
Got a bunch of goons they down
Like a nigga selling hard glass
Skrt skrt
Got my chevy skiddin sideways
By ways
Leave a drip on the highway
My way
Letting pieces hit all day
I'm
Perc' just to relax, throw a lotta money, a lotta racks
Stop by Jeffery, get real CC's (let's go)
Pull out packs in the trap, let's beat
Jumped in
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