off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in compton so
all whom you mistrust But when thou ride'st my way, aim one at me Your world is yours as ere it was before Your time beneath my busy hand well spent
we can trip off on what I'm smokin' on 'Cuz y'all my nugz Roll with each other till the day we die Rather shakin' up work handing out tips ain't no lie
even off the bridge I give her a little time, then console her while she crying She gon' take that as a sign; finally she will be mine I'll be king,
sober, some nights gone off the Henny as usual So unusual to be in this position Everything I say everybody tryna diss 'em Everybody playin him, truth be
Hop clan too I'm just here to hold your hand to die I'm just here to hold your hand when you Just here to hold your hand.. when you die.
went a little something like this . . . Doh Get 'em off me Get 'em off me Oh No, get 'em off, get 'em off Oh, oh God, oh God Oh, get 'em off me Oh,
to be The street dreamin, all y'all niggas living through me I gave you life when niggas was forgetting you emcee I'm a legend, you should take a picture with me You should be happy to be
white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so dem can't love me) Yo, straight puttin it down gettin my scoot on It's jump in off in
all whom you mistrust But when thou ride?st my way aim one at me Your world is yours as ere it was before Your time beneath my busy hand well spent I
Olympic Hump-Off with that nymphomaniac, After which I spent the next six weeks in traction on my back, While whe walked off smilin' -- leavin' me the winner. Now, as I kick in your
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM
you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out
niggas that claim to be gangstas and sue as soon as you split em. It?s a cold world, be grateful that the Lord?s forgiving and be happy that you ain?
to survive well that's to find meaning in the suffering. Chorus Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't get up Ay yo I'm slippin' I'm fallin' I can't
's butter like microwave popcorn Stop drawing, it's gonna be hard to move me, Swiss the monster, he can star in a horror movie And usually, I click fast and bang your