Lyrics:
dog buster, I'm here to thrust a
On lyrics a definite must, a
Papermate prosecutor, the executor
Process the data like a computer
Proceed with
sincere
As much as we can
He called her up and he said
The new prosecutor soon will be wanting a word
So she's got a soft spot for heels and spurs
telephone watch'll leave bartenders topless
Dead on the prosecutor, smacked a juror
Me and my girl'll run like Luke and Laura
We sit back on Malayan
that soft
They got me wearin' Bob Barker, wish I had on some VLONE
Prosecutors wanna hang me, they don't wanna see me home
I am not a bad person,
the boys in blue
Beyond definition what this falls into
M's in my optic, no ends to my profit
Judges, prosecutors, politicians in my pocket
Hostage, high
was worthy
He gave me my game and told me how bitches'll burn me
Damn, I want to kill off the district attorney
The loser aka the prosecutor was
two hundred grand
Half time at the game blastin' niggas out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor, judges are sent
Photographs of they
niggas move it
Prosecutor tryna fry me
Hope he know my lawyer Jewish
If we talk 'bout throwin' 'bows every day
I was Luda
Cristal on the boat, every day,
dismissed, prosecutor says, "Can em"
Now I'm ashamed of my national anthem
Verse Two: Sir Mix-a-Lot
The pentagon had a plan for a rescue
They said
blastin' niggas out the stands
The sharp-shooters hit the prosecutor
Judges are sent photographs of they wives taking baths
Along with briefcase filled
know why
But a nigga gotta see ya
With, rhyme and a head with a jab of shed
To fuck nigga bitches with nigga' wit an atitude
Child molester, prosecutor
pet
7:30 when he was shot - I wasn't travelin
He was on the first class with two men, on a continental airline jet
The prosecutor says I'm innocent
Fuck probation toting my pistol out in public
Prosecutor wanna ban me 'cause they know that I been thuggin'
I been sippin' on that drank and all my
youngin’s out that ‘A and
They gon’ die for a nigga
You play some games, it ain’t no question
But that fire for a nigga
Prosecutor laughin’
Guess he got some
grace
Judge will body a nigga without usin' a grave, you hear me? (He'll kill you)
That prosecutor paint that picture and they find you guilty? (Ah,
your face
Y'all get what I do yet
Call my n*gga ruger
If you don't think Boosie will shoot you
Better ask the prosecutor
We don't play games
We
says we'll get right back
But they say all the computers are down
And the chief prosecutor had to go out of town
No one listen, nobody listens, no one
to disrespect it
Your heart get pierced from hard darts ejected
[RZA]
I walk with a pocket computer, out talk the prosecutor
Slipped through these metal
back'
But they say all the computers are down
And the chief prosecutor had to go out of town
No one listen, nobody listens, no one listens to me
Now
fightin' drama now
Ced fuckin' takin' it to trial, he ain't coppin' out
Judge gave him forty-nine years, now that's a lot to count
Now, prosecutors were
(make it)
The DA, I know that he working (oh, he working)
Prosecutors wanna end me (what?)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This .40 I
tie us to it
Go clip for clip with my enemies
Then go wait a trial with them prosecutors
Niggas snitchin' on their homeboys
I don't see how they do
tryna shoot my shot the judge and the prosecutor tryna block it
Its all good my deep ends like man to man
I know they wanna catch me selling something
And we don't care what the rumor is
Fuck these other hoes 'cause I love my bitch
Alexander McQueen and Rockstar jeans
The prosecutor hatin' 'cause I'm
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