Lyrics:
idea was a good idea at this point.
There was a free newspaper in New York city called the Village Voice on the back of every issue, there was
This is your album, so that means you definitely got to get funky, so run it
[The D.O.C.]
Swinging, singing a brand new rap
On a rhythm concocted by
the day we played golden eye
Dats wig city get your wig splitty
Rock Paper Scissors my young niggaz to do it cuz they real picky
Bitch quit acting
I trace
of change it
Instead of casting out
Can we embrace it
Your not defined
By your placement
Cause I made a classic album up in my basement
I gotta go
I need
By the time you hear this song
It's gon be too late
The album been done dropped
You gotta listen to what I gotta say
Gunshots ringing off in
have learnt something
I’m talking Zastron City gang wars, they’re still fighting
They still break up in your house, knowing it is wrong
That’s why
real like the Oakland city
Beat your ass to death with a S-950
It's not a James Brown loop, it's not Parliament
But you can smell it cause it sho' got
Whoa yey yay chertay bebe
Told mama et told papa di joh dit zhay dit par bon
I got a house on stilts a five dollar bill
A settin' on the banks
in scraper spin it outt
got clown sum like a booss do
lookin like coo mo deep cuzin i coon (I coon)
Dark 30 Gold on premoo
off to the treman house
promoted
Moved out my momma house but still
This music was the motive
Around this time I'm bumpin'
Tunnel Rats and CMR but Lil' Jon was on the
Radio
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
Than all of the things you've got
She found it in the city
But the city doesn't talk, oh
Oh she floats off
Through a crowded room
She remember the rows
house
Bitch I'm from the land
If we go state to state bet you we turn yo whole city out
Come down Sundays
Cars on the run way
Magic city Mondays got them
Ah-ah, I never saw so many people tonight
I mean y'all all got it crowded up in here and that's good
I'm glad that y'all givin' it up for him,
these rocks this creek?
Raton Canyon by name pours
Coyote leaves & old Pomo bones
& old dust of Tomahawks
into your angler'd maw
My salt maw shall
house she owned and a restaurant
Took me in her crib and put Sade on
As the waves hit the rocks in the moonlight
She came up behind me and squeezed me
left home
On the streets of New York, now I'm free
But with freedom comes big responsibility
I used to walk around driven by the force
I remember how
my own fucking business
Now all these niggas think it's straight to go state they opinion (oh)
Kicked out the house, bitch, I was grinding, savin'
The west coast is in the house sayin
Why you talkin loud?
What you talkin bout?
Fuck all the critics in the n-why-see
Who wants to rock the microphone
the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got a problem
When I see
in the pool with ya mama
Attack her by the legs then I pull her to the bottom (yeah)
Twist nothin' up like a condom
Slap it if you fuckers got
I rarely ever think about a sucker mc
I go platinum, it?s just like slapping ?em, bitch
Short dog in the house, starting some shit
Mc?s rock
perpetratin' and takin' our lyrics
Non-originatin' slobs
You wait 'til they album comes out
Straight from the city where thieves dwell
Thugs, gangstas,
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