darkness Oh, tell me can you claim me never My darkest hour Because nothing can change My wicked heart Nothing can tame My wicked heart Nothing unchains My wicked heart
grasses that torment me There lies my serpents in the dark [Repeat chorus] Because nothing can change my wicked heart Nothing can tame my wicked heart Nothing unchains my wicked heart
d-don't do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!" And now I'ma come and kill 'em
Long Beach, represent that S.T.C Represent that L.B., represent that D.P.G. Represent that L.B., represent that P.A.C. What, what, what? My freestyle worth about a
it) (Compton's in effect) (Hear the drummer get wicked) (Compton's in effect) (Hear the drummer get wicked) (Compton's in effect Everyone is on the bandwagon) (Hear
I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ cut-creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep Shh smoke the mic like a
falling rain Making love to my woman, hear her call my name or banging my head against a brick wall in pain If the last days of my life I was called
that long beach, represent that s.t.c Represent that l b, represent that d.p.g. Represent that l b, represent that p.a.c. [snoop dogg] What what? My freestyle worth about a
a two-ton anchor And break, pull the rope, point blank, I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a
? ?D-d-d-d-don?t do-do-do-do it! P-P-P-Please? Wh-wh-wh-why you gotta t-try us? W-w-w-w-we already know that you be the nicest!? And now I?ma come and
bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-we live this shit) Bounce, more bounce, more bounce (W-w-w-we live this
like a rabbit with my knife I'ma stab it My dick's stick shift and my nuts is automatically on duty Like all of the time And a nigga like me wanna hit
, point blank, I'm a sniper Rapper like a pack, step on 'em like a mack My DJ Cut-Creator scratch a record like a cat E at my side with pride who got a bigger rep Shh... smoke the mic like a
society All they do is lie to me and spy for my enemies A freedom fighter, eat-a-mic sniper, fuck a liar-liar Like I said before son I speak truth 'til
's the H-A-W-K Mr. ballin parlay And smoke my life away H-Town superstar Sippin soda mixed with barre Thought you never hear my lyrics over a bass guitar My