Lyrics:
you at home, gettin' sweated by your mama
I bought my mother a house in Atlanta
And you can't stand it, so what do you say
Too $hort can't rap, no
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
Aye you ever been inside a Maserati
Yes
When
You tryna be in one with me
I do not wanna do this
Man what you think yo girl gon say when I pull up
was pave for me and Dre. to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein the arts and crafts
Now could we make a difference
Antoine Patton and Andre Benjamin
Been
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
when you get moved across
Death knockin' at your door got you squeezin' handles
And you ain't seen God 'til you starin' down a barrel
And I've been
team, so you're losin'
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'
Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick
Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous
team, so you're losin'
Ay yo Dre, stick to producin'
Callin' me Arnold, but you been-a-dick
Eazy-E saw your ass and went in it quick
You got jealous
a chopper and have a doctor on speed dial, I guess
M.a.a.d city
"Man down
Where you from, nigga?"
"Fuck who you know, where you from, my nigga?"
"Where
rollin' with them Brooklyn boys
You know how I be when you start livin' large
I control my own life, Charles was never in charge
No sitcom could teach Scott
interesting. So supposing we hit the body with a tremendous, whether it's ultra violet or just very powerful light. And I think you said that has hasn't been
Will somehow find me
Take your medicine boy
It'll make you feel good
Lord, take your medicine boy
Like the doctor said you should
Oh, take your medicine
hundred round drumming by 30th
I'll pop the fuck out a verbalist
They not remembering nothing
You tell em cause none
Of that shit is regurgitative
She
Written By: Derrick Wyatt and Charles Bacome II
Don’t wanna let my mama down, she built it from the ground
We done seen so many hard days, don’t
you fuck with niggas who rats
Fans don't know the difference from song and what's really true facts
My dawg said he been to Wafi and still ain't find
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
as the Fonz, and deadly as Charles Bronson
I'm Gonzo, you can call me Travie S. Thompson
Go ahead, and you can choose a similar path
But don't cast yourself up
slack
Never been a quitter, I'ma turn it to the max
Lean in my liver, I've been taking good batch
Real dope dudes don't hang around rats
Four by four,
So over you is the greatest enemy a
Man can have and that is
Fear i know some of you are
Afraid to listen to the truth
You have been raised on fear
the worst
It was used by Charles I
(Quite informally)
And later by George IV
On a journey north
The state departments keep their
Historical renown
It's
burst
And the lavatory makes you fear the worst,
It was used by Charles the First
Quite informally,
And later by George the Fourth
On a journey
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I got nothin' to lose, payin' dues, nigga you wanna die?
I get high and then my mission is a walk-by
You'd better jet when I hit your set 'cause I'm
a man bout NIGGA
Never gave a damn about clout NIGGA
All you real niggas know
We Out Here NIGGA
I been breaking nights like a
Vampire burning bridges up
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