Lyrics:
at your Roley, at dem hot shows
So go 'head, boy, get drunk, pop that Mo'
Until I pull ya to the side
See the nine, kid?
And since you got that nice
gifted
This kid has magic
H, I am honest
You see my halo
I, intelligent
I am incredible
J, a jewel
Jazzy as I can be
K, a kind kid
Oh, yeah,
wanna get rid of the kid
Cause I can handle the kid
And there's only ones place you can find me where?
H-Town
You can find me in the cut
H-Town y'all
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
-E-S-E-K-T-E
A-Doppel-G-R-O-B-E-R-L-I-N-F-I-C-K-D-I-C-H
S wie der Stress den du kriegst wenn ich am Mic bin
oder wenn du mich fragst wie cool ich mit B-Tight bin
I wie informier dich bevor du mich
Give us a break!" They said, "well you are, aren't ya." F'king cheek! Swift kick up the jackseat for that! ah
boof! (mumbles something) So there I am
'm a mechanical
I'm a Mechanical machine
M e c h a n i c a l
M e c h a n i c a l
M e c h a n i c a l
M e c h a n i c a l
She told to me
You are a beautiful machine
play the cowboy to rustle in the dough
So the scenery is healthy where her eyes lay
I am an early bird but the feathers are black
So the apples
cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp
Money exempt, instead you n****s are blimp
And every b**** in every state know Mase is the pimp
See I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
on paper and in 3D, 3D
I had thoughts of dropping an E.P, E.P
Nah nigga, shit too H.A.R.D, R.D
I see fake shit when I got on shades, shades
With your friends
tried to play me like a game, arcade
Now they on my d*** no shame, no shade
N-n-n-no
Ain't no shade h**
I'm too clean like a maid h**
I'm on fire, on Wade
studio, odieux en radio, met d'accord les pipelettes (héé, n-n-n-nouveau)
Bombarde sur les quais, moi j'défonce ta sono, c'est R.O.H.2F (R.O.H
It's the B the O the Y-L-E
The H the E-I-G-H-T
Now add the S that's East Los Angeles
Relax Kids Mescalito bout to handle this
The B the O the Y-L-E
stay foldin
P.a.c.k mia where it goin
S.n.i.t.c.h what is doin
B.i.t.c.h that what u is
Pour me a capital ach
Since u cappin lil bitch
Uppin the mac it
lifestyle keep me Forever 21, like the store
Dogg (I'm from)
L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H
L-O-N-G B-E-A-C-H (all these niggas and all these hoes in here)
(Somebody
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
whole styles up, I stuck to my guns
In one drag I'm blowing ‘bout 7 O's
Life's a b****, I had to 69 the h**
Tryna hit a lick in hopes a n**** might be
me they say that was a doper me
Once again I'm seeing what nobody was supposed to see
Supposedly even the people that are close to me
Think I'm over
the 'N' of the
'E' with the nth degree
And then there's a tiny
Weeny dwindling-off little
'E' on the end of the thing by the time I'd
Finished spelling
Eliminate The Possibility
That To Be An E-M-C-E-E
Is Not A Threat To Society
Say Step By Step
Stride By Stride
I Know The Young Ladies Would Like To Ride
If
Never patient only taking and got nothing to give
See I got to where I am
Cause of people with hope
Saw the waves crashing on a kid holding the rope
See I
on the west side
A punk n**** outta line, he get checked like
I roll up on his h** and say, hey
Put it down
[Chorus]
Look in my eyes n****
You see
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
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