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(Verse)
Anticipation, of what's to come I'm so happy that, I'm the lucky one So long I've waited but it's, never too late For love... It feels so right, baby, that it can't be wrong Where I am weak, baby, you make me strong I'm down for you, and whatever you want to do... It's all up to you, because (Chorus) Anything you wanna do I am gonna try to Boy my body's just for you Pleasure is the destination You can drive us if you choose To... It's all up to you because (Verse) Whatever method used Is alright with me As long as you get to where, you need to be This is the vision made for both of our eyes To see, yeah... It feels so right, it can't be wrong Where I am weak, ba-by, you make me strong I'm down for you, and whatever you want me To do... it's all up to you, because (Chorus) (Raps) [Ol Dirty Bastard] Dirty Bas, style cuts like glass Gotta gotta keep it high power to the mass Yo Gods, another like platinum hit Party people all around be sayin that's the shit [Method Man] Kaboom! Guess who stepped in the room Tical, hailing from the Shaolin Isle It be me the killer bee, on the M-I-C With the S-S-double-double-U (W) to the V-V Me me goin downtown, let me see If we all in together now, make it mo' better now Listen, I ain't sweatin no new competition Flow, goin mad low like I'm dissin [U-God] Another chapter from the Wu-Tang group Take a look or a peak, killer bees never sleep Nonstop, put you on the choppin block Unorthodox, attitude to melting pot [Method Man] |
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It was a clear black night, a clear white moon
Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume Some skirts for the eve, so I can get some funk Just rollin' in my ride, chillin all alone Just hit the eatside of the L.B.C. On a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak All you skirts know what's up with 213 So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis Some brothas shootin dice so I said ""let's do this"" I jumped out the ride, and said""what's up?"" Some brothas pulled some gats so I said ""I'm stuck"" Since these girls peepin me I'ma glide and swerve These hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb Gonna think of better things than some horny tricks I see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth They took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said ""damn, what's next?"" They got my homey hemmed up and they all around Ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown I besta pull out my strap and lay them busters down They got guns to my head I think I'm going down I can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could fly Let me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn cold Now they droppin and yellin It's a tad bit late Nate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters down I let my gat explode Now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode If you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curb Now Nate got the freaks And that's a known fact Before I got jacked I was on the same track Back up back up 'cause it's on N-A-T-E and me The Warren to the G Just like I thought They were in the same spot In need of some desperate help The Nate Dogg and the G-child Were in need of something else One of them dames was sexy as hell I said ""ooh I like your size"" She said ""my car's broke down and you seem real nice,"" ""would you let me ride?"" I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell The next stop is the east side motel I'm tweaking Onto a whole new level G-Funk Stpe to this I dare ya Funk On a whole new level The rythmn is the base and the base is the treble Chords Strings We brings Melody G-Funk Where rythmn is life And life is rythmn If you know like I know You don't want to step to this It's the G-Funk era Funked out with a gangster twist If you smoke like I smoke Then you high like everyday And if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate |
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Chorus: repeat 2X I rock rough and stuff with my Afro Puffs (RAGE!)
[Snoop] Rock on, wit cha bad self Verse One: The Lady of Rage I rock on with my bad self cause it's a must It's the Lady Of Rage still kickin up dust So umm, let me loosen up my bra strap And umm, let me boost ya with my raw rap Cause I'ma break it down to the nitty-gritty one time When it comes to the lyrics I gets busy with mine Busy as a beaver, ya best believe-a This grand diva's runnin shit with the speed of a cheetah, meet a lyrical murderer... I'm servin em like two scoops of chocolate Check it how I rock it I'm the one that's throwin bolos, ya better roll a Rolo to find out I'm the number one solo, uhh The capital R-A now take it to the G-E I bring the things to light, but you still can't see me I flow like a monthly you can't cramp my style For those that try to punk me here's a Pamprin child No need to say mo', check the flow Rage in effect once mo', so now ya know Chorus Verse Two: The Lady of Rage Now I'm hittin MC's like hit MC's like (""Hoo-yu-ken!"") *Street Fighter sound* Ain't no doubt about it I'm the undisputed So what you uhh, wanna do is back on up I'll tap that butt, wax the cuts, pass the bucks So put your money on the bread winner I kick lyrics so dope that the brothers call em head spinners I got the tongue that is outdone anyone from the rising to the setting of the sun or the moon, I consume the room with doom When I hear the kick of a 808 bass ... POOM BOOM, BAM, God, DAYUMMMMMM! I'm hittin so hard you could say it's a grand, slam, dunk, punks get broken off for chunk when they feel the funk of the rhythm (fresh) that I give em Let it hit em, split em, did it now I'm rid of em, yeah I put that on my unborn kids Rage in effect so you know how it is Chorus 2X Verse Three: The Lady of Rage Now ever since my debut, I've continued to lay you flat on your back from the raps that I spat, spit Ohh shit, I'm the shit! You can't get wit the Rage then tough tit-tie I pi-ty the fool, that gets with the lyrical murderer cause my shit is rude (OOOH!) You wanna get with the wickedness? With that big bot-ty that's kickin it, rippin it apart like Jason You'll be, chasin a dream like Freddy are you ready for the cream de la creme? I'm steam pressurin those who ain't measurin up I keep competitors stuck in the muck with they butt up, what chu wanna nut up like cashew, don't you know that I will mash you? For real That's the deal, I'm straight out of Farmville, VA (So what you gotta say?) Chorus 2X Huhh I am the roughest, roughest, roughest (Say what? Say what?) I am the toughest, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) (repeat 4X) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, roughest, roughest (Yeah) Get with the uhh, toughest, toughest (RAGE!) Get with the uhh, wickedness, roughest I am the uhh, wickedness (RAGE!) Outro: Snoop Doggy Dogg Yeah, one-nine-nine-fo' The indo blow and the grass grow Snoop Doggy Dogg still don't love a hoe But you gotta give credit when credit is due Women back down and bow down to my motherfuckin homegirl The Lady Of Rage She rocks rough and stuff with the Afro Puffs Handcuffed and she busts And trick biatch, she's guaranteed to tear shit up Y'know what I'm sayin |
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[1] - Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, groove with me Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, groove with me So you're trippin', cuz I'm a little rougher than you're used to I ain't the one you act a fool to Step to me roam, and I'mma snap your neck And put your ho in check, and if ya take another step... [gun cocks] Back in the day, if I will remember You had the hanky for a hoochie now you're frontin' when you're near me And you know a hoochie ain't a hizoe That's why you gotta gizo But really you don't here me though But anyway, I ain't trippin' So don't you slip, cuz I'm dippin' This sucka you ain't pimpin', uh You gotta step to a hoochie with a little more game on your tongue Oh yes, I get hung And I don't need a father figure Daddy dearest tryna nut up Put your game up or shut the fuck up And about that little tramp you supportin' You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin' [Repeat 1] Everybody's out to dis a hoochie, but don't even front Just slide up a blunt You gots to groove me to step to me Ooh-ee ooh-ee, do he want me? Or is he just a freaky brother fiendin' for some booty? And thinkin' a bad ass hoochie might give the skins quicker You got another thing comin' little nigga We grew up on the same block, we went through the same Now how you gonna have me deal with you? You'se a trick We both saw your momma get beat down by your pops And saw your auntie get freaked down by your pops And watched your ass get toe down Just like your pops, and you gets no props Now you're tryna educate your mind Five percent and Klein, and you never touch the swine But what about that old fade that you're sportin'? You're starin' me down, but I'm that hoochie you was shortin' [Repeat 1] So step to the left of mine Cock it out when I'm ringin' your chimes A chocolate brotha on my arm, and he's fine Yeah, and I'm... Groovin' cuz I know he's right here And can't nobody jump in my groove, I pumps fear And y'all be lookin' at my man, however I'm peepin' you A hoochie or not, my size 8 will be deep in you Forget the peace treaty when you're steppin' to a sweetie Sucka, you can't understand I got his back-up if he needs me Just like that Bonnie and Clyde, or that busta and that hoochie Yeah, I gotta have me a brotha strong enough to groove me Groove with me So come on and groove me Even though I'm a hoo-hoo-hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though I'm a hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, don't ya know we need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though I'm a hoochie Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochies need love too Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, even though, even though I'm a hoochie |
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Spending my day
Thinking bout you, girl Being here with you Being near to you I can't explain myself Why I feel like I do Though it hurts me so To let you know When I look in your eyes Just let me know how you feel Let me know if love is really real It seems to me That I'm wrapped up in your love Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you, hey Cause Heaven knows That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Yeah, hey When I look in your eyes Through all these years, I see Me loving you, you loving me And it seems to me that I'm Wrapped up in your love, baby Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Don't you know That I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Said I'll try if you want me to Ahh, ahh... Baby, I'm still in love Sure nuff in love with you Said I'll try if you want me to Said I'm still in love with you, babe |
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Yeah, I'm kickin' it for real with B Real
Come on, kick that fly gangsta shit Blowed away, flowin' away Chillin' like a mothafucka On this hot ass day Damn, kinda hot, so I just Ride as I glide down the wicked ass south side So, as I begin to flow, my label is Death Row Ya know, caddy to the flow So fire up the bud for them niggas today 'Cause we be bumpin' with the groove Gettin' blowed away Let me take ya by the hand, let me tell ya somethin' good There's a party goin' on, so let's ride through the hood I don't wanna be late, don't wanna miss the fun So hurry up and get ready Before they roll up a fat one (1) If you smell any smoke It's just me and my homies gettin' blowed away (It's all good) (Repeat 1) Now we're rollin' 3 deep in my nigga's Caddillac And the talk is down, the sounds are bumpin' from this ghetto track If you wanna ride, all you do is pull out the stack And baby you can get right in, for this 20 sack (Repeat 1) (Repeat 1) (2) They that there's a party tonight There will be hoes shakin' they ass left to right I'm havin' some fun, I got my gun But no need for rat-tat-tat-tat Roll a fat one (Repeat 2) And pass it around Ohhh Heyyy I'm just gettin' off and it's been a long day So I guess I'll go home and roll up a fat J And smoke it in the tub, while I'm gettin' rubbed Cuz a nigga like me got more hoes than a rug Now I ain't tryna dis nobody, assist nobody And I'm sure not the type that'll kiss anybody's ass I lay, and say what I say All due respects to Tim and DeVante' For makin' a track that's fat, now it's time to get paid So pass the J, and let's get blowed away (Repeat 2 to fade) |
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Yikes!
(Rage) Uh-huh, right back at cha Uh-huh, The Lady of, The Lady of Rage Still remain the undisputed Ahh, still hit MC's like ("hoo-yu-ken" *Street Fighter sound, from Afro Puffs*) Uh, I begin like this; with the wicked ass flow Somethin for you wack MC's to think about y'know (you what?) You better be on point (they what?), ya better be on deck You better be strapped and buckled down cause I'ma wreck *tires squeel, car crashes and glass breaks* like vehicles I pop suckers like sickle I tickle your fancy like Nancy and Wil-son get ill son rock it from Farnville, the Tilden Projects (hah) Concealed when I wreck So hey, step like stairs, or prepare for the levitate (to what?) to mount up on that ass like Warren G the Regulator I won't hesitate to put a sucker on his back (uh-uh) I don't hesitate to take a sucker out like that (uh-uh) I close my eyes and dig deep into myself Come up with the shit that's hittin harder than belts cause I'm spankin, fakin MC's off the batboard smack another hit from the back door *chorus* It's that Sho Shot shit I release MC's from the West and the East get a motherfuckin piece Cause it, ain't where ya from it's, where's ya gat And the lyrical attack is where my ammo is at (repeat 2X) Now they call me Rage cause I rush and come down like a hammer Live rhythm get driven by vocal vehicular grammar Untouched, the walls come crumbling down You get clutched, in my clutches fifty feet from the ground Fatally feminine, poisonous enought to extinct cities of war fled the valley, so all of Cali sink I come stompin like Snoop, hit the N-Y next I ain't puffin up that shit between the East and the West I use my, hip-hop precision, perfectly put to use it's metaphoric phrases, spittin like deuce deuces Continuous and strenuous, crafty and shady Brothers notice me like Jodeci, now Forever They Lady I puts it to ya like this, you can despite me, dislike me I makes money like Spike Lee You either wanna be me or be just like me I'm nasty, nice-ty, no sheisty Ahh, so cold I'm icy, hah, so throw them dice G *chorus* (repeat 2X) Now I speak with expertise, and any heffer won't beef (moo) I be that A-1 Sauce, on your lips like floss I eat suckers as my entree, Rage got da bombay I gets total wreck and I ain't, playin wit a full deck it's just this, ace in your face, kicks from Earth to outer space Gimme space room to breath, roll up my sleeves just to breeze Blowin up the spot like infrared dots on your knot your knoggin, lyrical murderer a Rockin Robin I be dishin out that puddin, all you suckers pussyfootin be actin, but I ain't got time for theatrics My crews be crushin, shitty MC's I be flushin down the commode as I explode cock back and reload Right the beat until they say WHOA Then they tell me, "Momma don't hurt me no mo'!" I'm strictly bout them skills on the reala Strictly bout this motherfuckin MC cold killa, illa *chorus* (repeat 4X) It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot Sho Shot It's that Sho Shot Sho SHot Sho Shot That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit It's that Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot, sheeeeit, sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit That Sho Shot Sho Shot sheeeeit Uhh, the heavyweight undisputed, still hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now Lyrical murderer, hit MC's like what? ("Hoo-yu-ken!") c'mon now Ain't a damn thing changed I still remain, the ill, reputed And just in case y'all forgot or, just didn't know I hit MC's like ("Hoo-yu-ken!") break it down now |
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I can tell that you're worried
It's written on your face And it tells your story, girl I can feel your pain It's unspeakable, what he did to you He don't deserve one bit of you Girl we're walking out, it's time we're through He might as well, get over you Chorus: It's over now Girl you can stop your crying It's over now There won't be no denying It's over now I promise you, he won't hurt you again You can wipe your tears away, it's over now Yes it is, oh Well he can cry if he wants to See that won't change a thing Cause the things he did to hurt you They'll just happen again You can take your head, and hold it up And tell the man, you've had enough It's time he realize, that things are through It's time that he get over you {Chorus} You should wipe your tears away, it's over now Some women don't recognize, they don't exist They feel that they can't survive, without their man, yeah, yeah It's time we all realize It's not worth it, if you treat it so bad Lift up your head, show somebody Get back the respect in your life Over now You can stop, you can stop your crying It's over now There'll be no denying It's over now I promise you, he won't hurt you again You can wipe your tears away It's over, It's over now |
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Yeah youknowhatI'msayin' muthafuckas in the world tryin' to
Play niggas out these days. Can't fuck around and play no Niggas out these days niggas is smarter'n a muthafucka man We gotta make cash. Only thing that's ruling this muthafucka Right now, this strap, this weed, and this money I got in my pocket Finna go get mo' money. youknowhatI'msayin' Ha Fuck 'em. [Verse 1] I hear some niggas comin' 'round Talkin' 'bout what the fuck they can do But the only thing I do is Realizin' in my crew Fuck these snitches fuck these bitches Ain't worth the jail time bro' You know these streets is a muthafuckin' joke And that's the way it goes Playa playa got caught up Brought up the wrong way But he say the white man Fucked me up and got me acting that way You know the homey who be Ballin' with the squad (squad) Little Y.G. trynta practice acting hard Talkin' 'bout money talkin' 'bout bitches Talkin' 'bout fancy cars and all that shit Cocaine a pound of weed And bitches sucking on his dick He used to win it to live that way Ever since them Chronic days The big homeboy C-style put him on Nineteenth Street got him on his way It was cool 'cause he was finally one of us Someone we can trust later on Someone we couldn't trust Niggas got greedy seen us clockin' dough In this rap game threaten to snitch If he wadn't rich in a matter of days Should we kill him or let him starve? (Kill him!) Make him get real broke (Kill him!) Hell naw this nigga gotta die right here We ain't no joke. (hell yeah nigga) Check it! [Chorus x3] Don't try to play me homey Don't try to play me what (what) Don't try to play me homey Who the fuck you think I was? (was) [Verse 2] 8:30 in this evenin' I cop the sack gettin' me set Get some Orange getting me on my mind state just at rest Cruise the neighborhood proudly and I'm throwin' up my set Dogg Pound Gangsta homeboy and don't you forget I crack a forty of that Eight fuck St. Ides I love the taste And my system bumpin' down the street with nothin' but bass And the homeboys flossin' we tossin' up the scene Lookin' clean as fuck makin' green Mashing as a muthafuckin' team It seems the homies notice me who I am Goddamn tires hoppin' pullin' up pop on the jam Niggas started hoping showin' stereo on three chromes And the situation just went so fast Daz Dilinger kickin' ass Steadily movin' making cash Later on I bounce to the club Me and my cousin Rico Snoop Tai cousin Supafly, Big Style, E and Hershey too Cruisin' up ? like fools don't understand my thang Come around here homeboy & You won't see daylight ever again Come tow me bitch come get me rich You know my way my game we spit You down wit this? (you down wit this) Told ya what told ya twice Told ya why told ya somethin' It ain't nothin' but a gangsta party bumpin' (Snoop over last line) Dumpin' on niggas after the club Niggas started trippin' Niggas start set trippin' Niggas started Crippin' started Bloodin' Started doin' whatever that they was doin' I was blastin' they was blastin' Dat Nigga Daz was out catching Those who try to get up and do they thang Swang bang and I gets my thang Rat pack niggas try to jack Niggas try to fuck my game How the fuck I feel homeboy Get that Eight and drink some more Niggas won't stop mashin' 'til we knock down every niggas door [Chorus x4] And there you Straight gangst |
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Never.....hehe.....you aint never had a friend like me
Believe that.....cuz you aint never had a friend like me Verse 1 See, at night i watch the sky, i take another breath I smoke my Newport to the butt like its the last muthafucka left Just me and you evadin enemies That you get my last shot of hennesy aint never had a friend like me Remember memories so vividly Was once a lil dustkicker now becomes a G Who can i call when they all fail Collect calls to my dogs from the county jail Sendin me mail, heard the blocks in the same shape Aint nuttin change niggaz slangin at the same place The same faces, supposed to always hate our foes This lifestyle is forever watch the game unfold Sheddin crocodile tears, just got life plus And we wonder if these white judges like us Just stay strong, we'll appeal nigga you'll be free Down wit ya till the very end Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Chorus Im down for you so ride wit me My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Im down for you so ride wit me My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Verse 2 How can i be blamed? Forgive me lord im insane And search and fame Wont hurt to change Follow in the footsteps of past dealers Equipped wit ski-masks, no witness as we blast Quillas Very now they feel us in this act of war More casualties no survivors any minute device quickly dies Cuz we ridahz In my quest for chips We wearin vest equipped wit automatic fire We reply when my enemies trip Me and you against the nation Whisper while we conversatin Cuz niggaz died over information How much more can we take Expect us all to break The world aint ready for us yet So lets make Clinton pay (hehe) They never wanted us to make it Everything that we possess, we had to fight and take it I think the president is smokin weed bumpin this beat Makin a livin out my misery Till he got a friend like me Chorus x1 Verse 3 Crime is to visit, i know its rough in your cell Recievin mail to the county jail, this is hell When i was younger i could picture livin In luxury, so how the fuck did i end up in prison, fuck us niggaz They got me crossed by my own side I found them bodies, several dramas, he alone died Nobody cried Shoulda never testified, you got my nigga 25 So now i sacraficed your life Help to seperate me and my dogs Brokin ties why the fuck should i let you live, when im dead inside Rapid fire my delivery Im bustin at they whole crew nigga remember me Hit up my outlaw set, that throw my pistol in the ocean Ditched my ski-mask, and get the straight-coastin Its vision, the day thats sayin quittin always there to see Your closest roaddog Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Chorus x1 Im down for you so ride wit me My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Come after us best be complete My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Come after us best be complete My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Nobody knows where we'll be My enemies your enemies Cuz you aint never had a friend like me Ride.....you aint never had a friend like me Cuz you aint never had a friend like me You aint never had a friend like me Cuz you aint never had a friend like me |
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<i>[Intro/Chorus]</i>
Why did my homie have to die, with tears in my eyes I came to say goodbye, say goodbye <i>[repeat 2X]</i> Just passin through to let you know that I remember the times we shared Your mother prayed for us both night and day I guess this is what she feared The picture in my room keeps your image sharply in my head All in my head I just can't let go of the memories I had; will this madness ever end? <i>[Chorus]</i> Sometimes I wonder if it's better to be free or be in jail Incarceration at this time to me is better than heaven or hell I often wonder if you'd still be here if you had won your bet Won your bet You most likely soon see me we'll all be a memory if we don't change this mess... change it or we gone y'all <i>[Chorus]</i> Hi, passing you through to let you know Passing you through to let you know That I, gonna tell everyone I know Gonna tell everyone I know How we, used to send them to the floor Used to send them to the floor Have we, have we forgot to mourn Ohh, how long, how long, how long will they mourn Ohh, how long, how long, how long will they mourn <i>[Chorus 3X]</i> |
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[Intro: ]
[inhaling] My last time gettin' high [Verse 1:] Fallin' in love ain't no joke Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass How much longer in this world will I last Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin' Big time I be facin' in need of a vacation Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul) Back on the scene a full fleded fiend Pull a scheme and get high by all means A quarter spoon a day is my medicene I ain't never had a high that was better than When I'm nodding drifting in my own zone I wanna be left all alone Some front like they high, but they ain't high The ultimate high is when you die [Hook:] Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope. It's got me feeling out of control I can't deny (no no) that I need help It's taking over my body and soul body and soul [Verse 2:] Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder Will it be another dose that'll take me under Or another dope fiend with the same habit Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage And the road that I travel is a dark route From one stop to another then the jail house It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass Methodul is what I'm on no I can't last (body and soul) As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days Impuleses convulses send me in a daze I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds This shit got the best of my body and soul [Hook] "Picture your dreams on a triple beam" "Don't underestimate the power of the bitches" [Verse 3:] I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain So everyday I'm searching for that dogs food A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool In a shack with 5 other dope fiends Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it A true hustler having money turned junky I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock'd [Hook x2] |
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(feat. 2Pac)
[Eight Mile Road] Land of the Free, and home of the enslaved Till the concept of time 6 hours, 22 minutes, and 3 seconds, I've been standing in this County line By the looks of the Gridlock outside Its gotta be about 3:39 Everybody rushin from place to place The looks on their faces ain't no different from mine Both of us look like we just worked a 9-5 See, but when I clock out I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share Since I started this county line shift, Huh did I say shift? I mean this sentence I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door How much you want to bet there's an ambulance rushin a short man, O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital? Now what they rushin for is my intrest? Rushin through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam, thats Susppose to be a free clinic Only to hear if you have or don't have insurance It ain't nuttin but survivial of the fittest So what they rushin for? And damn this man at the window is slow The concept of time has us all fucked, and on top of that, Life ain't nuttin but a traffic jam. [2pac] Life is too short, I feel trapped Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic Don't wanna get my ass kicked So I walk in this mindless state, and a don't make me feel this way I'll tell ya Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck When will you realize your fucked? Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless Victims to the games we play, stay focused Wath for the crazy ride, don't lie High till the day we die I'ts my life Tell me if you feel me I'll tell ya Life is a traffic jam sincerely Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul 3 voices you can't control Remember life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam [x4] |
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Ma-ah-an, it ain't easy
They got me goin cold-hearted Probation, violation, incarceration Frustration, you know Fuck that, nigga damn near bouts to start basin It's hard! Hard on a nigga (coughing) Hard on a nigga (yeah it is, yeah it is) (whispered) Kill kill kill, murder murder murder Watch out nigga! Chorus: Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (repeat 2X) (Tupac - chorus 2X throughout) Daz in this motherfucker Alright bwoy, drop that shit Whassup man? Always listen to that shit? That thug criminal shit? Peep game nigga, peep game, feel me (Verse One) Travel through my mind am I blind it's a shame Young niggaz gettin murdered straight took out the game As I sit here puffin on a cigarette Gotta be ready, never know who's plottin on a niggaz death These are the rough times, best to hurry up and duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine It's gettin crazy and everybody's strapped Surrounded by niggaz but nary a motherfucker down to watch my back These are the bitch made niggaz, you been played nigga While you starvin and broke they pullin six figures Oooh, what can you do when you can't trust your crew, time to bust out the wenty-two Boo-yaow! Ran out of weed, so I'm sippin on this Hennesey, tell me, do you feel me? Heyyy, I have no remorse as I take another sip of my liquor and spit my sick thoughts, oooh (Chorus) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Two) Thuggin to the fullest, got my strap, I'ma pull it I'm the first muh'fucker that can outrun a bullet It's them Thug Life niggaz and we don't like tricks Got these punk wannabes and they jockin like bitches Now my riches is gettin hoes on it's own Fuck a mystery, do you wanna get with me, then let's bone I'ma take her to my hideout, cause I'm smokin that spinach and stayin strong to the finish and then I ride out See you on the freeway, sorry baby but I gotta call my homey see what he say I ain't got no time, I gotta get mine I keep my mind on my loot, I'll shoot everytime And ain't no way I'ma let bitch made nigga worry me Catch me slippin, empty the clip and bury me Hell nah nigga have to plug me twice Ain't no slippin when you Thug for Life, motherfucker can you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Three) Never bow down let these other bitches crawl I'm a Thug motherfucker and these Thugs only ball Ain't no half steppin here, from the cradle to the grave I'm a muhfuckin fool, but I choose to get paid Now my pockets gettin empty, and I'm panicked in a fright Me and my bitch named Nina are fiendin tonight Ain't nobody livin safe, got a plot, and I'm stressin All I want, is my muh'fuckin money, ain't no question Don't try to stall little trick, cause we hit So bring in the scissors and get to clippin at his dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta, hangin with the homies But now I'm doin bad and them bitches don't know me (Who? Who?) But playa haters can't fade me (Why?) Cause this is Thug Life nigga and we're crazy, tell me do you see? (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G (Verse Four) Yeah, constantly runnin from danger ain't no stranger to cop cars Gettin arrested and tested wearin a vest and don't drop my guards My life is hectic my homies send mail from jail Niggaz in Hell got some horrible stories to tell I'm catchin cases and still tryin to stack a grip The IRS is tryin to stress off a niggaz shit A young nigga never had a prayer to prevail And all my peers doin years locked up in jail What can I do, stay strapped, get a bigger crew And creep around with them Dogg Pound niggaz too And now we rich ain't no bitch than can touch us And it's a trip, how we clown, when we fuck sluts Bust nuts then I cut, that's my new thang And motherfuckers got on do-rags (Chorus 2X) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G Can I get paid, can I get paid, can I motherfuckin get paid Nigga can work for his money all motherfuckin day and still never see a piece of it, you understand me? It's not about the nice guy It's bout the hardworkin motherfuckin Thug nigga If you ain't a Thug nigga, you ain't really doin nothin (Chorus repeats in background) Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G You ain't really makin nothin These motherfuckin po-po's and these pink folks got it all locked up for us to fail See how they did O.J., and they doin niggaz like that all day So if you don't watch your motherfuckin stack believe me, this could be your last breath... (Chorus 2X) to fade Now tell me do you see Life's so hard on a nigga when you livin like a G |
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Now, if the greenbacks don't stack large on my side of the yard
I ain't fuckin with it This cake has got to be all icing baby Now I know I'm taking the biggest piece But God damn I'm the biggest fish with the biggest mouth bitch You wanna be rich right? (hell yeah) Well stick with me, do as I does, and be as I be We be stackin chips, packin clips, mackin chicks Laugh at tits, slappin dick, in yo' bitch (bitch!) Makin hoes, take these clothes, from these sto's Walkin slow, there go the po', now here we go Parking lot to the spot, marriott Cause what I got to make a knot, is very hot Who's at the do', go and check, I got the tec Tell him that you soakin wet, until he jet Now lift up your fuckin dress, where's the rest Bitch can hide a treasure chest, in her breasts Uh-huh strip search, whip skirts Uh-huh shit hurts, but it works bitch You can jerk niggaz but you can't jerk me Hoe I only tell you once that this dick ain't free I'm talkin greed *chorus* Greed, give me everything that I need How you gon' deal with the niggaz that I feed (repeat 2x) We smokin weed, you and me Lookin for that currency (repeat 2x) Now bitch niggaz don't mean shit, from where I sit Magnificent blow your back out, if you act out Eighteen deep when the plane soar The bitch threw her tits asked my click who we pay for Penetrate the clouds, loud, and obnoxious Surround the airport with feds and helicopters Escorted, detained and deported Scared of the ly-rics, and when they bitches hear us We the clear-est, you can fear us Smile on the day of your dissapear-ance, smoke in mirr-ors Break em all, pull over and jump out Cause I can take em all, all bustas shake em all I'm at the mall, buyin shit, like hot dog on a stick These bitches all on the dick Ice cube ain't a lick (nope) make me bleed And now you got to deal with the niggaz that I feed, greed Uhh uhh uhh *pigs squeal* (give me more, give me more) greed, greed When you get your hands on it, wanna fawn it Wanna dance on it, everybody want it (repeat 2x) You punks is petty, still we steady, countin fetti I'm the one closin escrow, with the best flow (do you wear a vest? ) no Niggaz hit me i'ma turn into the crow *caw caw* and take a shit On everything counterfeit, the don mega Blade runner, in a beige hummer all summer It'd take about twelve honkeys, to convict The nigga makin you sick, ask the 12 monkeys Up in detroit holdin weed court, all through the south Picked up a ounce in shreveport My lead give head tunnels (boom!) To any motherfucker disgruntled exit wound, look like a funnel Worldwide, international jet set My niggaz love fuckin bitches that they just met Get it wet, and you can do anything When I'm in paris niggaz french-kiss the pinky ring *chorus* Yeah, ice cube, trillionaire I own a mansion and a yacht, haha We do it like it should be does Yeah, westside niggaz is very greedy, uhh Death row is very greedy Sic-wid-it records is very greedy Dangerous music greedy greedy greedy Ruthless records greedy, suave house, greedy Sosodef, greedy Rap-a-lot greedy as fuck No limit, hah, hella greedy, uhh Def jam greedy, we all know priority greedy as a motherfucker, hahaha Hey I got twenties on my benz you still fuckin with a gem What can you tell me, nigga? *pigs squeal* |
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*Phone Ringing*
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[Chorus: x2]
These days, you gotta be strapped I'm already knowing ain't nobody got my back These days you gotta be down Who said it was easy claiming Dogg Pound I believe I got to see We been making music since we were kids Its all I want to do, for life Keeping it real until the day I die I stay funkish in my way Continue to mash and don't forget to pray I keep my hand on my steel Because I love my life and I always will Whatever people say to me I take it in stride I'm thinking negro league If you really don't know me Then you best back up, I suggest strongly They started this DPG Until the day I D-I-E For my L-I-F and E No matter where I look that's all I see And I know [Chorus: x2] Many niggas play to me I think its because they see me on BET 'cause everybody knows my name All the police think I'm serving game Jealous niggas call us out But I don't worry long as I hear their mouths If ever they decide to kill You better be prepared 'cause I know I will I think I can guarantee You don't want to be standing next to me Before my final curtain call My mistakes they really won't be long If we bump this in the streets Or even at some party You niggas really can't see me My request is that you stop trying Before I let go [Chorus: x2] [Daz] Everyday, the 45 stays I'm jacking forever I busting taking now bowing down never Gotta watch my back for these coppers As well as the niggas that I kick it with They stick you faster than these bitches will Since I'm pimping everybody wants my riches And I can't keep my god for buying weed acting every time I smoke constantly and can't flinch me From committing the murders so I chill and puff the herb Who gots my back nobody If little giant gaudy laying niggas down at the homey's party Always be goin crazy I guess we are being who we are Really say the nigga gotta be a star I gots to get mine and if I'm blasting its my destiny If I die then it was meant to be intentionally Worry stressing no guessing your profession When the murder take place set yourself a tech 9 [Chorus: x4] |
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Cal, Cal, Cal [x4] [Verse 1:] It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right) And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas Without gettin laid, I make my money game I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid And catch a po-po slippin while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea [Chorus:] True devotion That's what it is To the hustlas and the playas Yea that's right Got a notion I got a notion To smoke the playa haters [Verse 2:] They try to murda, murda Or get the young nigga for his churta Better respect it, cause' if you won't That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin Extra clip on my hip I don't slip We can go toe to toe so that cha know Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO 1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ? I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven I just keep on keep on survivin (yea) [Repeat chorus] [Verse 3] Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack I'm livin phat and you can best believe that It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea) [Chorus repeats and fades] |
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Chorus One/Intro:
It's time to get the loot, ready, aim, shoot Dogg Pound Gangstas on a mission to execute Bitches bitches... niggaz niggaz... I'm all about the paper chase (say what?) cause the paper makes Life so great, plus haste makes waste And I gots the whole spot locked down I concoct styles Catch me rollin all the fuck around with the top down Menace with a microphone, most murder masher (I mash) Roll for disaster, create a thirty-eight, stash em In The Inner Zone where the Hellraiser roams There's no place like home, tec-9's and chromes I gots the heater sequence for the heat to disperse (pow) Just in case worse come to worse I dumps first The thump curse, it's the curse of the pump The one to dump last is the first to get slumped The mental temptation, mental assassination My heart skips a beat for the heat sensation I'm deathdefying bitches lying sayin, 'I ain't cute' Now she wants an autograph, bitch, I ain't Snoop I got everything you need from the weed to the dope coke Crack to amphetamines to speed I flows like a ravine, deadly as a guillotine To leave a murderous scene, when the snub pumps a slug in your spleen Chorus Two: These motherfuckin bitches, they ain't shit to me Every bitch that I know she wanna get with me Don't you know I got a homicidal tendency So drift with me, hit a spliff with me (repeat) Terrordome where it's on, from sellin dope coke to crack Young Gotti entered the party from the back Instant pay, I gots to do it my way deserve to swerve On the highways cause the spot's on from Monday to Friday Nigga try me, I light the indica and thai weed Defy me, young Gotti, when I be high as the sky be Verbal homicide be ready to rupture Makin moves to touch ya, dissasembled your whole structure I make money, cause that's all I know how to make That's all I learned when I was young no hesitation or mistakes I see a car, filled wit nuttin but rocks and knots (and what) Midnight complexion glocks to shake spots They see my people (Dogg Pound) so they already assume I live illegal, but they assumed too soon I got a treat for every bitch on the street, I roll with beat I got a problem, I got a fixation for heat It's time to dump, double-barrel pump, packed and loaded Instantaneous death when it exploded, uhh There's not a nigga who can hold me, contain me Or tame me (with who?) with my fuckin nigga Mo Khomani I'm out my mind like a Irani, a terrorist With tactics off that Cristal twisted backwards Chorus One: 2X Chorus Two: 2X These motherfuckin bitches... These motherfuckin niggaz... fool... Don't you know... say what, say what? Who? Who? Chorus One: 2X Daz, in the house, yeah My nigga Kurupt, is in the house, yeah Snoop Dogg, is in the house And Dogg Pound for life, is in the motherfuckin house And Death Row, is in the house... |
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[Intro: interpolation from "Pulp Fiction"]
The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of The selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the Charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for He is truly His brother's keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with Great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy My brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my Vengeance upon thee [Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinned [Chorus:] Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga [Verse 1:] It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds Hit em up and lay em down Cos the shit y'all be doin, we done already done The war y'all tryin ta win, we done already won We ain't on the same place or the same foot From jackin to rappin, it's Steve Mack and the crooks From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border Where the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from Sayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one's For me, I'm not a follower, I'm a leader I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter [Chorus: x2] Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga [Verse 2:] This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face And we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!" Cos they don't wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?) Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's Smokin Havana's, like Tony Montana In 1998, the world is ours As ghetto stars, [?]every matches and raches is cars[?] An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will die It's '97, say hi to my one eye Brace AK when you see the D-K-K Or the T-T-P, we're off the way ???? [Chorus x2] [Verse 3:] Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies I'm comin for you first before you niggas try to do me Too many niggas died, loaded not, focussed high Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky From the best to the worst, don't get caught up in drama The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma Revenge is set, I'm double back into the killers You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids Flashbacks on life and all the shit that'cha did Take nothin for granted, you're on this planet to win What goes around, comes around again and again Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open I bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain't jokin Are niggas down for beef? For when it's time for war I'll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door [Chorus x4] |
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> I'm sorry about your girl
Little center of the universe Axis turns the world You need a jet to get to her Oh, the way she moves Attracts all kinds of folk 'cause From all over the room She's not ladylike Do do do Yeah She's big and proud And she knows what the world is about Hey, what the what is ladylike If ladies like to do what the what they like Just like you Well, just like you Look out babe, here comes another one Hey, what the what is ladylike If ladies like to do what the what they like Just like you Well, just like you Look out babe, here comes another one Do do do Yeah On my knees On all fours From underneath Hear me What the what is ladylike If ladies like to do what the what they like Just like you Well, just like you Look out babe, here goes |
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Chorus: Daz *singing*
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night (repeat 2X) Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Baby what's ya fantasy? Baby what's ya fantasy? [Daz] *rapping* You want your ass and your pussy chewed out But baby that ain't what I'm about Let me stick all this in your mouth Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that) Let you swim in, the sperm and no ? Throw that pussy into a bottle and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more [Storm] Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile Settle down, oh you wild child Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages So what you say nigga, come and play with me Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan A freaky ass nigga with a big thang Chorus 1/2 [Daz] Tell em Noble! [Young Noble] Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night Uh-huh, you know that ain't right You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE? Knock the tent from 11 to 3 We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike on any given night, makin sure she lick it right Up and down, side to side, all around in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin Double plastic for them double fat asses What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya.. Chorus [Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb [Storm] I got the bomb [Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy [Daz] Ooh, you got the bomb She got some bomb ass pussy Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again If you want this pussy you can have this pussy If you really want this pussy you can have it It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip It was 2:13 I was in the mix Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this' She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this' So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch! [Napoleon] Follow me, and you'll watch me grow Even though we all know I don't love them hoes Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin all a young nigga want is ? [Young Noble] To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta brand new key to the telly make it slippery like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those That's what you get, pull your ears, ? Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch! Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch What's ya fantasy? [Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya.. [Daz] *singing* Say girl.. what's ya fantasy Do you wanna get with me? Show me how it's 'sposed to be Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy You wanna bust a nut, what about me Bitch what's ya fantasy? Bitch what's ya fantasy? Chorus [Daz] Let me tell you my fantasy You want a nigga to beat that pussy up You know you like that girl Stop faking like you don't like that Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick Up and down, side to side Lollipop, three wheel motion baby Let's get on the edge of the bed and let me show you how I hit the switch on that pussy! Up and down on that pussy! That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about Work that pussy Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy That pussy is mine, all mine all mine All mine all mine all mine all MINE! All mine all mine all mine *keep repeating 'all mine' to end* Pussy, turn it out some good pussy Good pussy |
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Cause I hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time How it start How it start ( 2Pac ) Started off with running from coppers duck and hide from helicopters We open fire who can stop us Living the life of trifle juveniles hoping for riches Getting twenty five to life if the judge dont like us In my clearest pictures I see authorities itching to get us ATF state feds scandolous bitches I wasn't promised to it Wasn't bitter or sweet See if a nigga dont hustle then a nigga dont eat On these streets living do or die circle complete Repetitive motions for felons in the rush for Gs Please understand my history a man of many hats Live a thug life coming equipped with plenty gats Maybe I was just a lost soul trapped in time Living in between life and the cracks we're blind Even though we had hopes for deams that never came Yet still we all feel pain Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Stranded in the county in the worst way Hell of a way to spend my 21st birthday Born in the ghetto as a street thug Its thug neighbourhoods and weed spots that we love (lost souls) (Words from the mind of a lost soul) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time ( Young Noble ) My brother Sean First on my list He stuck with a 3-5 when he get out would I be dead or alive He taught me the rules on much But still in thugs I trust When in danger never hesitate to bust to keep my fucking trap shut My moms dukes got a little bit of thug in her The devil loves sinners, crackheads and drug dealers Sometimes I feel like the streets taking over never staying sober Prayin over and over backtrack My stacks fat I used to take them new One love for my crew ayyo this ones's for you ( 2Pac) R.I.P rest in piece to Mu's grandma Know what we gotta do babe - one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time One time - One time - One time ( Idi Amin ) I was born 22 years ago Yesterday but see I saw no reason for me to celebrate Let me demonstrate Entered the world through my poisonous womb Heroin being consumed already predicted my doom Soon To be one of the many misguided Always the first one on the block to be the tried it and liked it Lost before I had a chance to find my way Now I travel through life not knowing the time of day Grind for pay I'm on my way But dont know where imna end up I swear to god this is a set up And these are the words from the mind of a lost soul (Im a lost soul) ( 2Pac ) Just wait until the rain turns to sunshine Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life Ducking one time (Repeat X 8) To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself To all of ya'll keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself For all my dogz keeping ya'll in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself Throw your hands up (Repeated X 4 until fade) |
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