Lyrics:
down no time to waste
Head straight for the bushes (Quick)
Dreaming of the gun that I can't locate
So instead I get bludgeoned (Uhuh)
I landed in Tilted
Feet, with yo hand in the air
Now I'm about to jet out but I'll be back
But next time expect a more funkier Track
Deep down for your enjoyment to hear
When I was 12 I was angry and bored
Found music by Green Day and Faith No More
It was different than other stuff hitherto heard
But the difference
I'm drivin by slowly
Sayin' I'm this and that when half y'all punks don't even know me
Now just for that I let your girl suck my dick from the back
like you want it
The name fits cause your all up on it...
-Too $hort-
Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll
and gentlemen, Tame got more balls than Wimbledon
So step up and get your fronts cracked
by the blunt crackin rapper, and get your bitch before I smack her
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
you for a cab
Humongous stinky mouth of yours
It’s time to shut it up
I’ll send you back to where ya from if u don’t fuckin stop
What the fuck e-yo
tossed
By the mafia king, you were hung by the boss
Havikk, my felonous pitch will lynch a bitch
Smoke and choke any punk on a off-stroke
Cause I provide
mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin' deep
Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not
Hey
Hey, what's up?
Miss you
Yeah, listen
Baby, I know we said it's best we don't talk no more
But I got to get it off my chest, 'bout all
Quiero one more time como dice daft punk
Quiero tenerte a mi lado
Baby tu sabes que yo nunca fallo
Tanta belleza dentro de esa nea
Me tienen loco sus ojos
in a world far away
Getting everything I want and more
Than I could start to say
But I've
Been by myself stuck inside
cnd I
Feel like I'm gonna lose
for a hundred thousand years
"The rock is gonna fall on us." He told the magistrates
"I believe that we can stop it but the time is getting late
You
'm coming straight outta Cockton lo, mein!
Straight outta Compton
Another crazy ass nigga
More punks I smoke, yo, my dick gets bigger
I'm a sad motherfucker,
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
my sock
When my glock get hot you punk niggas better leave the block
Yeah, Freddie Foxx on a rampage
Every time I touch the mic the police is
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,
I'm by my mama side (My side)
Tears been dropping sometimes the pain can't be hide (Cant hide)
Oh that feeling Got me rapping like I'm mad (Arrhh)
I
fifteen minutes later 'cause
I'm boss as fuck
Was taught this a long time ago, check a ho
If you don't, you won't, trait's of a punk
They threw his face
world shrunk's
When i feel punk
PUNK
People under no king
People under no rule
We live by design 'till we sign a sign to grasp
In my veins reins insane
work: Delayed! Hindered by the block in my path
While I listen to the pros and wish that I could manage half
Of any quarter of a thing I said I'd do in
and I went OK
On a Monday morning, you decided to vex
By saying u moved on, and you used your ex
As a crutch to heal, you loved it I bet
You added more
chill now you punch
Larceny? All I see is a bunch of new punks
I'd have you lyin' to ya mother
Bringin' money e'ry day nigga
You ain't even have to pay
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