been wanting you all my life You don't understand, I'm so glad We're at the same place at the same time And it's over now, I spotted you dancin' You
't what you stoned or what (NO!) Thanks a lot, Ja, Ja ain't you're baby dad, you need to slow down, love 'Cause you're moving too fast you know? Tell '
I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the chronic patrol on the road in case you're wondering why I keep my izm
, blows like the tri-borough I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin' Def Check out the rhythm that I cook up You too scared to look up, you're
it by now then you're just ain't getting it Let's go, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy Boy, I say, Nappy Boy and Pretty Boy Nappy, Nappy
If you was a pussy you'd get fucked If you was a dick you'd get circumsized You better back the fuck up or I hurt them eyes Fuck with Goldy you be hoein
I don't stop rapping, that's all they can say And how I dogg bitches, every day But if you can't be a dogg, then you're weak You be phony like a side
you You just make up things, you're on an ego trip And you're fronting like you're down, you're not the first real rapper From the Oakland town, you'
block, boy Call for the cops, boy, your mommy or pops, boy Cash wasn't a million, never hit the spot, boy You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha You
to the feds like couple man i knowwww You?re a snitch i was there Duku yourself If you stackin up p and you aint frontin then you have the right to
punches Yes we did We had to roll with 'em I don't care what you say You're livin' in the greatest country in the world When you're livin' in the USA
world like Michelle's husband You'd think these niggas know me when they really doesn't Like they was down with the old me, no, you fuckin' wasn't You're
and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks So you ain't taking out shit I dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown So now you try
the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're dead wrong The weak or the strong, who got it goin' on You're
a all set cobra jet creepin' through the nighttime Gotta find a gas station gotta find a payphone this turnpike sure is spooky at night when you're
And only a fool would say that Anybody on the street Has murder in his eyes You feel no pain And you're younger Then you realize I heard it was you
is four individuals This time, you know we're going to form in institutional So that we can become one and become more powerful You're living mystical
letter to you suckers Each and every one of you duck mothafuckers Your girl puckers her lips so I stuck her You're tellin' me, yo, so what the hell you