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Yo check it out. Today we're here wit basketball star Rasheed Wallace. (Yo what up kid?) From the... what, what, what team is that you play for again? (Sshh. The Bullets man.) Yea right, right. So tell me Rasheed you know what I'm sayin, this hip-hop thang an everythang goin on, tell me, I mean, what, what's yo flavor? (Yo check it out kid, I only like real hip-hop man, the real shit. You know what I'm sayin. Redman, Wu-Tang, you know what I'm sayin. I don't fool wit the Goodie Mob's, and I especially don't fool wit them E-40's.) Verse 1 Nigga what the fuck they hit fo? Nigga let's shoot fins you got all the bread nigga put up yo Benz nah-nah, can't do that Why not? Ol skool trophy somethin I done worked too hard fo nigga quote me yo swole bank rolls done turned to lil ol anarxins get ready to pay the price ??? pee-wee no catchin Who got change fo this brand new hundred? Staight outta welfare when I break you niggas I'm a have enough money, to buy a bare fare spend about a half a hundred thousand boost up my coins preceed to spit mo supafly than Donald Goins this game is so damn hemrigin that I be delivin these niggas don't understand my shit but they surrendurin simmerin, rememberin things that, done jumped off lyrics spit on niggas than a, a bad cough messy hoes, got my name between they teeth juss because... I'm from the WEST not the EAST graduated from the dope game phat ass wallets What's that niggas name? Rasheed Wallace!! You gon' have to learn to respect yo elders mayne I'm twomp bait nigga ain't no need for you to record hate mind ya own, or ya own gon remind you Nigga!! The Click will biatch! Chorus *(Big Lurch & E-40)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Mutha fucka!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Trademark.) there's no way you could get wit this (Stick to basketball nigga!) we should cease you from existance niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Biatch!) Verse 2 Got another mutha fucka on my shit list I'm a cut off his dick list I mean my hit list my rest in piss list dude that be hangin around Nas you know, gay baby nigga said some negative shit about me up in a magazine called " after watchin "New York Undercover" while I was, takin a shit Kool Keith was on the front cover that's when I that's when I spotted him that nigga AZ tried to say that I don't deserve a platinum plaque nigga I was sellin tapes out the trunk of my car when you was runnin round drinkin Simalac all up in yo fake ass videos (ok) champagne an coffin full of skrill nigga know damn well yo punk ass ain't got had no mills I'm payin full nigga an I'll have yo head where ever you at I'm straight fool nigga seem like someone shoulda been an told ya that bring the yellow tape nigga jungle full of asphalt don't make no sense to talk that talk if a nigga ain't gon' walk that walk zip up yo lip befo' yo lip zip you up Biatch! Biatch! I gives a fuck! Biatch! It's major pain. Nigga don't know a damn thang about me. You mutha fuckas don't know nuttin bout no E-40 hoe! Monkey mouthed biatch! Biatch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! Suave game and snitches! (Learn about it bitch!) We should cease you from existance. (That's right) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Shouldn't be livin.) Ya Record Hatin bitches! (Record Hatin bitches!) there's no way you could get wit this (Uh.) We should cease you from existance (V-Town bitch!) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (E'ry time) Verse 3 When I first started off niggas had me fucked mutha fuckas was blind in '89 that ol "Mr. Flamboyant" shit was way ahead of his time had everyone an they great grandmas off that Carlos Rossi wine was in a major label an business that uh didn't want us to shine it was me an my potna from Suave House Records Tony Draper E-40, an The Click 8-Ball, an MG gettin that independent paper all about my ruh-uh-rap uh-should I shine beat a mutha fucka uh-duh-down e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man get yo change take a limosuine everywhere you go and fly private planes that's what I was taught to do by my big homie thou you can always be a nigga, but a nigga ain't rich til he can't count his money no mo' over night sensation never me all you "Record Haters" got Ph.IV my niggas 3X Krazy laced me taught me how to say "fa sheezy" told me that them AZ mutha fuckas don't believe phat means greasy we can shoot it out or we can fight You an Rasheeda wanna squash the funk? Shoot me some peace bitch! *(Chorus)* Record Hatin bitches! (Record hatin bitches!) Suave game and snitches! (Suave game and snitches!) We should cease you from existance. (That's rich.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (Suck-els!) Ya Record Hatin bitches (Lil ol, biatch!) There's no way you could get wit this (That's right.) We should cease you from existance (Learn about it.) Niggas like that shouldn't be livin. (That's right.) |
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*Say that you got it all Love the way you players ballEveryday you're at the mall Tell me is it true or falseSay that you got it all Love the way you players ballClaimin that your mail is tall Tell me is it true or falseI put my mack hand down ain't never been asoundI was havin b-r-e-a-d way before this rap game nigga been townThought you theezy, for sheezy, niggaz 'memberEarl, Brat, and Denell dem boys from VallelAt every light it's automatic, BURN RUBBERSee my folkers in the traffic, WHASSUP ERBFollow that cab it got dope in it, uhh My potnah $hort got hoes in itI'm always hearin rappers big ballin on they songsI do that shit for real and you'll never say I'm wrongS-500 straight sittin on twenties TV in the dash pimpin hoes gettin moneyI'm Too $hort baby been down since the eightiesFor the last eight years rode around in a MercedesLexus, trucks, drop-Vette, CaddyBitches don't call me by my name they call me daddy*RepeatK-Ci $hort E-40 FonzarelliI'll probably never have long money like Ross PerilliBut shit we just want a hip Don't want the whole plateDon't put the two on the ten, don't ever perpetrateLike a lot of these fools I see on TVWith the Armani Chanel Versus VersacciWhy motherfuckers can't be broke sometimes?Sometimes it's cool to flossBut don't buy an eighty-five thousand dollar carBefore you buy a houseThey always said I couldn't rap, I just say bitchI guess the bitch, made me rich And now you wanna call me hardcoreWhile I be steppin out the shower on a marble floorI paid the IRS taxes send FedEx and faxesThis industry'll is like fuckin, fat bitchesAll work and no play, I do it everyday anyway cuz I gotta stay paid 40*RepeatWe throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they paperUltrafied all-inclusive trips, Montego JamaicaFront row seats at the Ultimate Fights, shamrock and severinLong expensive fuh-flights, up dere in the heavensFat ass royalty checks, fat ass cribsSmokin blunts and drinkin brew on the blacony, barbecuin ribsThe more scrilla, the merrier I represent the Ya areaI walk from Foothill and Paperscourt to Sixty-Seven MacArthurTo Freddie B house to make tapes with my potnahHit Arroyo Park, we had tapes for saleGot a paper bag full of that, can't you tellit's funky, everybody nod they head like thisI said bitch, and everybody read my lipsI got rich, suckin up the game from the Oand even though a lot of rappers got the same kind of flowI survived cuz I got mo', game than themIt came straight from the prostitutes, players, and pimpsIt was my destiny, I came the same every timeSo don't question me, I transfer the game in the rhymesI'm not a freestyler, don't rap for free mainIt's Paystyle on mine, cuz I love money mainLandrovers and Toyota, LexusesSix-hundred feet twelve with them big ass motor MercedesesWe don't be savin hoes, bitches be savin usBitch disrespect me in my car, bitch best to catch the busI keep a briefcase full of game, while y'all be ear-hustlinAin't no paperback pimpin nigga, we ain't strugglin*RepeatI'm Shorty the Pimp, I come funkyAgain and again, they say when will it end?Maybe never, cause I can still spit itBut I ain't rappin for cheese, I want meal ticketsGotta start somewhere, and I'm past thatFor the right scratch, I be the last mackSo stick yaself Pretty Tony You tryin ta make a hit, but your shit sounds phony Not like AT&T but like ETYou can't be me, so would you please seeIf you can keep my name out your mouthCause you don't really know what the game's all aboutIt's bout feedin the family, not freakin in the Benz..
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I'm a little mannish motherfucker I take after my older brother Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola..Here take a swig of this bourbon Hit that, hit that babyAight dude.. ay who who's foolin right there? (Who dat?)<
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Righteous people be knowin
what I be doin is protect my peoples million dollar spot Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch) On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot) I got dog poop crank yes I pollute Leave the whole block fully unrecouped I'm like a record company, givin out advancements Get my money back, by any circumstances My million dollar spot, not to mention Drive through service, Church's chicken A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' Just in case I gotta throw away my yole Bars around the house, bars around the window Dope around the corner, broken down Pinto You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops My million dollar spot... beyatch! I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot It was, more than just a dream for me To be the King it seems I need a killer team to get the green for me Hit the scene clean in my Chevy, now I'm ready for trouble Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble Faded visions of me as a timer though marijuana clouds my vision I'm still watch for drama, ha-ha They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so I evade and plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main Help me if I fall, can I ball for life A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like I wanna rise keep my eyes open Witness motherfuckers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot Nuttin but the motherfuckin hog in me Hit the Hillside trapped with thirty-six O-Z's Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves I got the whole block jumpin like the Mardi Gras Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport Come short get burnt with the Newport I'm in the four-oh, and 'Pac came to see me Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose Bentley, shit be caution for these niggaz on the ocean A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci Now bitch put this motherfuckin key in your coochie I can take a chance, I could live in cans Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot (Haha, my million dollar spot bigger) I can take a chance, I could live in cans (Get my motherfuckin cash on) (You know how we do it out here in California, beatch!) Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot |
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1: I wanna thank you, pimps and players
2: for sharing your game with me 3: I wanna thank all.. of the hustlers 4: for showing me your life, on the street 5: And I know.. that'll I never 6: for-get you 7: Oooo-oooo-ooooh, forget about you 8: Ohhh-ohh-ohh [E-40 over Chorus] 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon, that's right 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Uhh, sprinkle me mayne [E-40] Ahh.. laced up by the best, check it out.. Uhh, marinatin on the corner with a chip in his phone You can tell that the Hillside was his home Mo' scrill than the rest of the pushers cause he got a chop suey in the bushes Dice game, craps, puffin on Taylors drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth (??) where I come (??) DEAD RIGHT, twerkin over shit Business boomin off the buzzer, and I'm a happy camper til the homey beat his bootch down for no reason with the Zenith hammer Thangs started gettin sloppy, dude started rollin over Niggaz started steppin on dope and stretchin the crack synthetic yola Turf got hot hella heads got shot on dead body soil Po'-po's on that ass like hot baby oil Play your cards right son everybody can have cash but you gotta get in and out if you expect 'em to last Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uhh.. pimps and players 2: For sharing your game with me 3: All the hustlers 4: fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Lace me mayne *: Lace me mayne.. [E-40] I was sprinkled at a young age Laced down with Trump tight, taught by the best Some of them still livin, some of them done been put to rest but I was blessed, and luckily I made it out but I must confess, I wouldn'ta made it without the big timers, the top-hats, the tycoons The street hustlers, the pistol packin Daniel Boone's that put it down and paved the way, for me to say the things I say, and I'm proud to be straight from the Yay To U.K.(?) I spits this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo' game creased Stick to the rules and don't be sellin out to no police I always paid attention when the game was preached Had all the street slang and the latest speech And now I'm makin more mail than a oil well Up all night tryin to get my money orders right Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] 1: Uh, uh.. pimps and players (pimps and players) 2: For sharing your GAME with me 3: All the hustlers 4: C'mon (c'mon) fo' showin me yo' life on the streets 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: forget you, that's so damn real 7: Sprinkle me mayne 8: Sprinkle me mayne *: Suga, sprinkle me gal *: Suga.. c'mon uh, sprinkle me gal [Suga T] It started from my momma (yo' MOMMA?) Hard headed and all She said, "Only the strong survive, Suga STAY STRONG" Seein a bunch of fools, that used to ride smob, stay jobbin knew they was raw without a pot to piss in Used to drive through the turf in them candy paint Benzes I've run all this game that the hustlers pop Spittin enough game to keep a notch on the jock Now the game's the same, but the players changed Ain't nothin but a thang, keep it real mayne Timer timer (timer timer) Uhh, yeah, that's my nogga - sprinkle thee Paper chasin steady flowin to the dome It ain't no place like home, oooh oooh Pay my respects and give my contributions to all the soldiers on the streets and in the institutions Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] {Suga T over Chorus} 1: Insti-TUTIONS {I wanna thank you, pimps and players} that's right 2: FO' ShaRIn yo' GaME wiTh ME 3: Uhh {yeahhh.. ooh ooh ooh} all the hustlers 4: That's so damn real 5: And I KNOW .. that'll I never.. 6: {forget you} forget you 7: Lace me mayne, sprinkle me mayne {and that's real} 8: C'mon, sprinkle me mayne {yeah} that's right *: Lace me mayne.. {sprinkle thee} Base Chorus [E-40 over Chorus] That right? Forty-water, from the C-L-I-C-K with my sista Suga T Lettin y'all know how we do it up in the Yay 7-0-7 4-1-5 1-0 That's the car(?) I roll with And it goes for all the hustlers nationwide Pimpin players, for tyin my shoes and lacin me up |
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Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh Here's a little story I got to tell And this dis goes on, again and again Uh, Uh repeat I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel You can repent and come with god or you can know a devil You can go and get a job or you can do some federal but if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level I often tweek when I drive (drives) How can a small town like Thelel have all these homocides Man, fools be droppin like flies Maybe we need mo brothers sellin bean pies And it's a fool cuz everybody mama's know each other It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color Wonder why all the good people get put through some many different changes of the web And all those folks that do wrong seem like they live forever I wish I can rewind time Remember when we used to get free lunch, and the city bus used to cost a dime Runnin around, talkin about you got the cooties Liftin up skirts, and touchin girl's booties Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house And whatever you do, don't you sit on grandmama's plastic covered couch Why is it that when all the homeys get togethor, We get back in the dayz And I can remember a time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS Life is something you catch ball and give back Here today and gone tomorrow Just like that Pat yo rats on yo back (Patch your rats on your back) Take some time out yo waltz (Take some time out yo waltz) And tell your love'ems that you love em as all Repeat Uh, Uh fatty is the key to end all your walls Contemporary crib, cash cards and clothes But then it cause problems like guns and spids Familys fall out and don't talk for years Like my cromey (Like my cromey) They called him big breaded His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other damn day I'm buyin and brand new suit for funerals Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried Did you wonder if yo cash was on da diet See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found If you love someone you should tell em often Ya never know when they'll be layin in da coffin Dedicated to my peoples up in jail Ya partner 40 water gotta story to tell (a story to tell) Repeat Takin tert da ninja out da getto (the getto) But not the getto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks But I won't surrender Oh he's a heven (heven), nigga da way he dress He must be dealin (dealin) how did he get that Lex Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast It's all dey work Shootin shit up and actin tough, ridin around with gold n stuff It's rough How much money you earn, enough, I own my own law firm Don't need a tux, I twerks picoods and kakis (kakis) Levis and t-shirts (Levis and t-shirts), whatever the street's works (street's works) Partner doutch, you been actin kinda funny lately since you even got a few bucks But I'm still folks with some pac, remember three flies up And this goes on, again and again Dis goes on, again and again Ain't nothin changed but the tad toy Same time, different day, different star Repeat |
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Step right up!
From the East to the West, from the North to the South Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership to the drinkin club Uhh... They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club E-40 in the C-L-I-C, Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got up in the refridgerator? Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub Beat your ass, my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter M-O-S, S-I-E M-U-G, and K-I-V Always to' with E-4-0 Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club So damn deep, I can't call it I guess I'm just an alkaholic Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit Back and forth to the bathroom constantly All the actors gather up, and watch me Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry Go on my body and throw up on the bartender Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol Step right up now last call for alcohol Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however Ya understand that? You better have your membership card if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit That's right I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck, throw up, and drink again They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinking club |
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| 4:48 |
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(Forty Fonzarelli's answering machine)
Aight, what's really? You hit my lifer number This Sick Wid It/Jive Records Leave your message at the beep *BEEP* Hah! Mmmhmmm. Yeah, uhh... on my pager! What you say? Oh yeah. Kick that shit then nigga! Verse One: Keek tha Sneak, E-40, Spice-1 Higher than a bird, off that herb, in the O-A-K Off on perv, parked on curb, rollin up a vay Licked it three times, laced it with the Alize About twomp a day, baby hit me frequent-lay! Sneak, and Forty, from chocolate short-ay, we been all prepared, cause my nights is no day, the broad say I last! Cause you six months But I say, she pullin a gang of major stunts Bust, bust niggaz, consequences when you're doin the do Fuck around and get caught up in a catch twenty-two In the area! Dirt and dust Where the yah! B.A. Plus But ain't yo sista Suga-T? (Suga-T) Ain't you the one that say Sprinkle Me (Sprinkle Me) I loves me some Forty-Ridah I seen you up in 2Pac's video poppin your collar I play this playa shit like Bugs Bunny Ain't no cartoon figure nigga I makes money, ain't nuttin funny If you're ever in some funk, call your potnah on the cell and leave one-eighty-seven, at the end of the number B-uh-Benzy on Washington, on the cellular phone You could tell that the Easy Bay was his home My people goin off like a high school build' And all my money in stacks, and all my pockets on swell M-uh-mobbin like a playa, but I'm still a G doe Pager goin off like C-3PO Time for the Hurricane, E said word I put a nigga on his back, fuck what you heard Chorus: repeat 2X If it's major, hit me on my pager Rang it, ring it, rang it, ring it, ring my telephone, ring my telephone Verse Two: E-40, Harm I be so rebel-yalous When I'm talkin on my phone-telyalous You can have my baitch, but I maintain I chop it up as a loss and charge it to the game She said you must be playin some kind of phone tag Cause erytime I hit you, you don't hit me back Why is dat? Cause you're hella hard to get in contact with Thought you thought, was killin big girl was crackin on some crabs Six o'clock, the girl said that's my crib be at the West plus due to go, left me at home be leavin my ass up in the living room all alone And I be starvin rubbin my monkey fiendin for some Donkey Kong Now you're talkin, let's get the show on the road I know you're tired of barkin, you need to hop on my load So we can stab out, strike rock and Arroyo Park at the top of hill, so I can check your oil I said ah one to the two ah two to two three Tell me why your baby momma keep on pagin me I didn't give the hoe the number, so why does she call She says she wanna do me, and all of y'all But I'm like that nigga on The Mack, I don't want the honey I want the money some of you niggaz is funny style and meanwhile I'm sellin my piece to these tricks cause it's the paperchase laced with game, see I'm livin in the hustlers dream Call up a player if it's major Specially if it's scrilla nigga hit me on my pager Chorus Verse Three: Sneak, E-40 Rang it, baby gimme a call My name you're screamin, how I be hittin them walls You got me tinglin, how you be workin them drawers With a kiss I make em all say this, yeah that's raw I glance your cut, bass we uhh, big cheeks with a blast headin straight for the nut, big A&H got some bitches all in the cut, it's that season Drop my number to the hoe to hit me up Yo, you're nine-one-oneing me to death, what's all that fo' Got my Williams and fillin my pager and pager on the overflo' What's happenin with all that old bullshit is it really all that damn serious You're draining the hell out of my battery got your partner thinkin curious Cause in the Y-E-A A-R-E-A the game ain't constipated Buckin around in the Golden State where the game originated Fools be scandalous they used to be squares be turnin vicious Hit me on pager, hit me if it's major Chorus 2X |
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| 4:01 |
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Good things come to those who stays on they toes
Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Potnah this bubonic cuts, that other shit is high Fuck what you talkin about, throw me that childproof lighter Oh youse a smoker huh? Then go on and flame I heard you got some shit and heard it come from Spain Naw, Amsterdam, I got it from the hemp man Bought the weed cause I love what it do to me Five o'clock in the traffic and I be fiendin Without the bomb nigga life has no meanin Okay.. see I be krunkin to profession in American-ow Cristal Brothers Brandy all down the throat Steady dippin call me Funk Master Flex Ass since mom and daddy had sex Got yo' nigga daydreamin, smebbin in a check-U Floatin in a cloud, music up hella loud Proud to be in the land of the lights and the beer Got me where I ain't carin Because I like what you doin to me It's like this and that to fuckin with your dick on hard And nigga ain't no Pebble Beach in my backyard Rackateerin, smearin, no foreseein Shit folks ain't even used to hearin We break bread with the theeth thick ass bitch with the tits and the anus, off the English, how her body speak her own language And it's cool when she speakin to me I let the hoochie run through me I seen him walkin in the rain I guess the nigga owe too much to the game They say the nigga used to drive a Mustang I'm thinkin potnah musta went against the grain like a lane I cross artists? No not B-Legit Catch nine of the last ten in my clip Don't trip, a bitch can't do in me but I be likin what she doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Just think, I used to have to flip cabbage And now I ride in a nine-seven whip Caddy Meal game, they call me by my stage name Hella G's when I spit this game But just think, I used to sell them weights But now I'm all off into real estates, huh We put our city on the map, raise clientele Made it so niggaz can be proud to say they from Vallel' side - man I went to school with them Had him in my class, never thought the fool'd pass But now I took advantage of the opportunity and I love what it do to me They say that I got cousins I ain't never met Think I'm big-headed, think I'm all that They say that I don't give to my community but I be likin what they doin to me Because I like what you doin to me Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot Good things come to those who stays on they toes Don't you e-ver stop Al-ways keep it hot |
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| 5:05 |
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Ah yeah..(ah yeah)..it's real.
gonna put it down. all these little crime thangs, homeless, the world is crazy bwoy it's like this it's the way it is Heavy out there.. it's heavy. Was I really such a bad child that I deserved to get hit with boards and whooped with extension cords? did you forget that I was your creation, and all I wanted from you all was love, hope, and motivation? son, you're disrespectful and you're talking back, get out my face, kicked me out the house and wouldn't even let me plead my case. now I'm homeless and I'm freezing like the morgue, the only thing keepin me alive is the Lord needless to say it's times like this I'd rather be locked up then drinkin water out my hands and eatin out of garbage cans can I come back home, huh could I? Son, you're on your own, why should I? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Huh. three years from now, I think I'm gon be straight, (straight) I put my name on the list for section 8 tried out for the army but I was flat footed, didn't do no harm to me, cuz I was used to it if I apply for some work, let's make a bet, I'll get the nine cuz I don't know about the internet What do you think we need to do to change about this nation? need to provide more jobs and better education nuclear weapons (puh) should be stopping crimes, already got enough to blow the world up a thousand times the birds and the bees, deadly disease, teenage pregnancies, std's Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? A-wuh a wait a minute, I hear sirens Oh that's the couple down the street domestic violence either them or the little girl in 306 she's always telling everyone that she gon slice her wrists I guess that's the way it is in the life of sin where you'll prolly end up dead, or in the pen but my family ain't no better than the next my auntie brenda turned her own sister in for writing bad checks and save folks try to hit you where it hurts knowin they the biggest hypocrites in the church we need to give our minds a bath anddo some scrubbin' stop the hate and start the lovin' Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? Things'll never change, that's just the way it is Nobody's even concerned Some things'll never change, that's just the way it is when will we ever learn? |
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| 4:50 |
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You try compromisin, nope - they don't wanna talk And they got them nuts that's off that Acapulco powdered chalk So he untouchable - oh he can be touched?? Well where he stay at then - he stay by such and such?? Well since we got altercations with these so-called knuckleheads we gon' play for dooms And I assume we get radar on fool in dem livin rooms Bet - motherfucker ain't fin' ta be runnin around here drippin sweat Havin hot flashes and shit over these fulla bitch-made and a half-ass dicks You ripped? Let's take it to 'em sick Hit all they spots at once - pour it on 'em thick Who got the suey chops?? They in my folks garage Well where he at?? He at the TravelLodge - BEEP THAT NIGGA! Tell him to get here right now quick now it's gon' be some shit Tell him to bring enough ammunition to blow up a ship Bullshit ain't nothin this here been goin on just a little bit too long Plus I got a family and kids to raise and I plan on seein 'em get grown Get straight to the root of the problem Get rid of the source that's what what Get rid of the big cheese and the majority of these niggaz gon' back the fuck up Somebody gon' mind somethin, time to validate my respection Hit the corner dumpin, in the big-ass (??) stationwagon CATCH THEM BITCH-ASS!! That's what I told my driver man while I was tryin to get him to get in a position so that I could open fire FUCK A SKI MASK!! Unpolished fish grease LET THE FULLY BLAST!! May he rest in piss Miss smash up outta there I brought them boys, but I shoulda brought it like a concert Fool's still alive, John Murell(?) Trauma Center, Concord Shoulda doused him, shouldn'ta never found him Shoulda handled biz, but for now, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Aight, ay dude, this all I wanna know What's wrong with this sad to be glad-ass noggas? Don't they know that fools is laced with assassin skills? Kill at will, gonna put your hat on the rack for a cool mill'? (Awww it's gon' get done) but now the heat has been spared How we gon' get him out of intensive care and put him under the wing of a pall-bear? [E-40] One of my potnahs got a plug on some silencers, he knows some agents He used dem (??) (??) shot on several different occasions What that mean his family gon' boo-hoo when I smash that card Better stay on a nigga brain give a FUCK ABOUT A DIE-HARD! I know this one botch with a big-ass crotch by the name of Connie She works in ICU and she dates this nigga named Mitchski Ronnie Have nab him at the hospital, THAT'LL WORK Paid a nurse to pull the plug on the LIFE SUPPORT Risky business but it's organized class and the shit sound sharp but if we fuck around and make it look too obvious the broad might her lose her job Tough luck that shit no better than fuckin for ME NOW I gots no toilet paper feelings for her anyhow The shit is crampin my livin style, floatin from telly to telly Conspiracy murder plots phone conversations overheard by fedarale I'm guessin fool musta passed away, tragic losses On the wall they got my picture at the post office After travellin bouncin back and forth to different states they finally caught me up in Kansas City at a barbecue spot called Gates Do the crime do the time - it ain't for no bitch and as long as a nigga twerkin in the kitchen, he ain't trippin I'll be up in that bitch makin spreads, drinkin Pruno Cocoa and coffee Cadillacs, jumpin jacks Takin flicks, shootin kites, makin wishes Fuck around and get mad on the strength of con-ju-gal vi-sits Flip the weight pile, hit my fee-vee(?) Keep my shank close by me when I'm slee-py Shouldn'ta caught me, shouldn'ta never found me Shoulda handled biz, but it's too late, it is what it izzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. It is what it izzzzzz.. [Kaveo] Oh, ohh I see It is what it was, and what it was is just what's been taught Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig? Cause ain't no sense in savin leftovers That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right now and everything gon' be is, what it izzzzzz.. |
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| 12. |
| 4:48 |
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*Ah is a, Ah is a, Should I save her?(I want to be saved!!!!) (x4)It's 1994 and niggas need to miss me be savin' these hoes You know how these tricks we be buyin' em clothesWanna taxi hoes on vogues with the beatAnd have em sittin' next to em in the front seatBut not B see I'm a hog up out the VAnd my motto is fuck a hoe and hit the throttleTo the smoke talkin' on my Okie doeWorld wide I got a clydes up in TokoyoLook up in the sky it's a bird it's a planeWhat's that niggas name? (Captain save a hoe main)More faster than a speeding bullet To put on his cape and scaredI put the fake the fake the funk the funkTo me that's not the way to do itCaptain muthafuckin' Save a Hoe game to meFlexin just like a little ol' bitch All up in front of my companyHad to check his ass with an ear check dump and pumpin' Talkin' to him while I'm beatin' his assPumpin' fear talkin' bout nigga you gone retrospect somethin here*RepeatMr. super trick Mr. super snitchYeah, you wanna kill me cuz I fucked ya bitchYou should had your cape on tight that nightCuz a nigga like the Shot sho plugs em rightAnd now yo batch is straight callin me lovin meOn the under for the porno star that I beAnd don't you come in my face with that trick shitYa betta try some more shitI got the gift to grab any batch That I want but I don'tCuz batches now a days will get you caught up in some funk Oh no, I'm not tryin' to save you hoes 'nHow come when I was broke you wasn't brown nosin'?The other day you see me smobbin' down magazineWith some ol' nigga in your car lookin' at me meanI stopped in the middle of the street Reached under seat to grab my heatMan that's the same motherfuckerthat I got into it with at the club last weekMan them niggas can't fade They bith made And so they start But niggas with no heart Don't want no part to this Nigga rollin' with the Funk MobbAnd when it's funk The pump will spit them double lawsSo what you doin' when we roll through you hideoutI let my mack get off and then I rides outWith your ass there smokin' like an incentYou savin hoes nigga and that's bitch shit*RepeatI'm crossin' up niggas and bitches And even snitches just for my richesCaptain Save A Hoe I ain't got no problem with that ol shitI gives a damn as long as he's payin'It ain't my fault because he's sprung off my landI'm cashin' GA checks, go to the bank Hank If your breath stank, you get ganked mainLong as a trick comes fallin' down That gets me all upset to put on my suit and clownBut make that nigga take care your kids Make that nigga call your kids hisMake that nigga get out there and work Make his ass buy you a Brinun BurkIt's all part of that nigga take care of me Pussy whipped nigga come save meBatches out there be on the look out For Captain save a hoe Cuz he's savin hoes*Repeat *Repeat just second line (x4)Yeah baby, what's up you wanna get your hair doneCome on let's go down to Lee and Kim Nail'sWe can get your nails done, get your hair doneWhat about your kids? How many kids you got? Two?Ah, yeah that's cool we can go feed and cloth them kidsWe can go down and get the hook up at Durant SquareYeah baby I do anything for yaWant you phone cranked on, I can get it cranked on to my nameMatter of fact I get you a cellular phone and a pagerWe can get that package deal down there at Cellular OneBaby I'm here for you I got you
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| 13. |
| 4:36 |
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Bloody murder, crime, drugs, folks smokin'Man I remember when it used to be cool to leave ya screen door openAnd let the mosquitos and the flies sneak inLook mama and them play whistleSo I'ma play tackle football with my friendsI guess them times is gone cause like a wishboneI wish I had em' back instead of watchin' brothers fiz-allCatch em' out on every track, bar, street, boulevardsSweet avenues with dead ends, neighborhoods with antensWhatever happened to the days of Little LeaguePop Warner and Boy Scouts, the Old Singing Boys ClubVoodoo to go to school not thinkin'Too busy smokin' weed, sellin' dope and drinkin'I guess we're livin' in the last daysCause in the last days the Bible speaksof AIDSPlagues, brothers killin' brothers, earthquakesYoungsters tryin' to earn stripes as a work faceI'll be a sucker if I don't pull ya ho cardI used to be soft but now I'm hardFuckin' nigga, I practice lookin' hardI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereTake yo mean face off partner why ya muggin' meFools say shit, I can't help that shit's in meIt's automatic cause what's mine ain't even tookIt's my mad at the world lookI said I feel ya man, sometimes I catch myself tooMean muggin' folks that did no harm to me or my crewBut now it shouldn't have to be this wayFools say, I don't care what nobody sayThe other man got me this wayI'm fresh out the pen and out the system for yearsBeen fillin' out all kinds of applications to make a gripBut I don't know nothin' about no computer chipIt takes that to make a J-O-B in the 93But a J-O-B in 93 consists of paper rarelyJobs like the oil refineryI'd rather work in Napa at the wineryAnd then ya wonder why I'm stubbornForever lookin' hard, I been scarred*I got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardRight before I go to bedI make sure that my mirror's thereI got a mirror in my pocket and I practice lookin' hardMirror, mirror make the callWho's the hardest of them allCan't tell me shit, I come from a broken up homeEvery since I was a youth I thought that I was grownMeet me after school nigga and we can get it onYa talked about my mammy now I'm goin' upside ya domeI got a complex problem, my guard stay upI'm always on the offense side, don't test my nutsI'm not a Charles nor a Larry but I'm scaryScared that I might lose it and chop you with my piece berryI deep into my shit and it's straight like thatI be quick to clobber a motherfucker with my Flintstone batNobody likes me on my father's side of the familyThey can't stand me cause they think that I'm sellin' that candyI kid you not, all bullshit to the sideI got 20,000 niggas in my organizationNow which one of y'all niggas down to rideI gets juiced off the underground dojaYou know that Click shit, that independent shitIt makes me feel like I want toGot me a baggy full of broccoli and a crooked eye 22I feel crafty, I mean that but I feel great*Repeat
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| 14. |
| 4:24 |
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It's 9 AM time for a poisima,
life at incent, sit on the toiletsump The Rossi got me smellin like I'm dead inside I'm stankin up the bathroom wit nuttin' to hide I gotta go, flush the cumode, k , threw on the same damn clothes I wore yesterday Me got some skin come down from outta town see They want to meet me half way at the Nut Tree But I'm starvin' so I'm Chargin' 15-5 for the Margerine, A-1 Yola tightly packed, 17-5 for the coochierack Strike to the spot ride witta, my nine milameter bereta The broad that be holdin' my D she love me, long as I keep dickin her down properly Sittin low in my cut not like a failure, in front of baby's house straight talkin on a cellular Bring me out a unit, a birdie, a cake, with the gypsyness before it's too late Penitentury time drastic, here she come with a Kilo in a baby basket Gotta play your cards right, game tight, can't be slippin in the 90's, damn right Outsmart the Po Pos, known to the marks as the don't knows, you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos, I wear street clothes pants be saggin', I'm not bootsee and I don't drive a dope wagon Huh, Got a grip and I don't be braggin, can't be laggin', gotta keep stackin'(yeah) I keeps me a strap in case ah, I gots to shoot a simp in his face ah, It's better to be got with then without, Jealous muthafuckas would love it if they heard that I was tweakin' out Seniors in the summertime, ralleys in the winter (yeah) Ridin' with a light skinned big booty tender Harass them muthafuckas on gold shoes, tryin' to put a stop on my revenues The Po Po I dislike em (hate em) Crooked ass cops will make you vital But you know that I know the Po Po would love for a nigga to even attempt to act black That's why you gotta Outsmart the Po Pos It's Saturday night and to the night club I got the Tanqueray,juice and the Green Bud Tacked on the freeway doin' fifty ya'll, a brand new thang lookin nifty ya'll I open the juice and then I take some swallows (yeah) And the muthafuckin Gin to the same bottle (that's right) Roll me a splift 'n put the ounce in the back I keep it the trunk right next to the Gat (what they do doe) Po Po jacked but can't fxxk with me (what you got?) an open juice bottle and a little ol' doobie (what they got to kiss?) Cops better kiss my ass for a nigga like Legitament to blast Outsmart the Po Pos, |
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