California Love, Vol. 2 [compilation] (2010) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it
Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it
So many of us done lost lives to the streets
As we reminisce I'm pourin liquor for the deceased
Thinkin bout the times that I spent with many of em
Hopin that the Lord let me see the millenium
Trapped in this ghetto main, seekin better days
Fightin for my conscience, tryin to shake these wicked ways
I know it's wrong but it's hard to change
All my life, all I ever knew was hustle and game
Lookin for answers ever since I was a adolescent
Faced with rejection, early age stressin
But now ten years later with doodoo respect
I'm bustin million dollar raps and six digit checks
Showin love to my peeps and my love don't change
Here's a toast to you fakes, huh, here's to better days

Might sound strange, but I just can't run away
I can't run, run, it might sound strange
but I just can't run away
I can't run, no, run away

Touch a meal ticket, shake a spot for good
Never, I still got love for the neighborhood
And even though now it's infested with gunplay
on most days like Bootsy I can't stay away
Cause if I s
like y'all s
on me
Then whose gon' stay and guide the way for the lil homies?
I can't turn my head on my folks
so I stay visible in these streets and try to give hope
Born in the ghetto, raised in the ghetto
Got love for the ghetto, I can't forget the ghetto
How come everytime we get some change in our can
we run away and try to move out as far as we can?
I know that jealousy's the devil's greed but you worse
than a de

Artist: Mack 10
Album: Bang or Ball
Title: Connected For Life
feat. Ice Cube, W.C., Butch Cassidy

[Verse 1: Mack 10]
I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go!
Check all my traps and dodge to Fedco
I'm all up the mix like a fuckin collage
And out in the garage, is a Bentley Onage
With the brains blowed out, so the suns beaming
I got the jackers drooling and the hoes feinding
Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype
I got big deals, big skrill, big wheels, big pipes

[Verse 2: Ice Cube]
Twenty-inches roll ? goin' get these hoes
Picky hoes - wanna roll with my Negroes
Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it
Speak about it, no bitch, I'm a be about it
Who want some of this, West running this
Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch
She's a dummy bitch - where the money pit?
You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this

[Verse 3: W.C.]
What that connect like? Nigga three time felon.
Six-double-0 West selling, rich, rebellin'.
Throw it up; hold it up, guns bust, four fingers up,
Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed.
Chevy mashin', dipping the ass n' killin' a zaggin.
44' mag'n and toe tagging
Dub the hood phantom and I'm in a blue phantom.
In front of the club, I'm valet, dumpin' a tall can of magnum, trick.

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy]
What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes
And rolling on fools on them fo's
Flossing 'em chains, we doing big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the way us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so cold
Ahhh! This is the life we chose

[Verse 4: Mack 10]
Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it
And all I know is streets, so this is how I spit it
Chicken hawk see a bird, and I gotta get it
So if ya hood come up short, then I'd probably did it
and if your momma thick then I gotta hit it
The Trojans gotta be a magnum for me to fit it
If its sherm on a stick then I probably lit it
The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
To all them bitches that think they bootylicious
I think they nutritious- I think they do dishes
I make 'em three wishes - of takin' they pictures
And spending they riches- I fuck 'em they bitches
Ego-maniac, little homies call me brainiac
Ice Cube is an ass-hole, and it ain't an act
So take a hit of that - and remember that
Where my motha-fuckin' niggas and my bitches at?

[Verse 6: W.C.]
Tr-i-ick I'm W.C, the rider of the clique.
Like a dragon its nothin' but fire when I spit
And I can't shake these ghetto ways
I street rich nigga eatin' a bag of lays
Some rubber bands some braids
From the turf for the sirens and ambulance
Where we keep the pistols smoking like Afghanistan
It's the gangsta, the killa, the dope dealer
Back for more figgas-, so trick, bow down and pour the liquor, bitch!

[Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X
What is it like? Tossin 'em hos
And rollin' on fools on them vogues
Flossin' 'em chains, we doin' big thangs
And busting on punks at close range
This is the ways us gangsta's roll
Sit back and watch as it unfolds
Bitches and suckas done so cold
Ahhh! This is the life we chose

[Repeat 2X]
It's plain to see you can't change me
Cause I'm a be Connected For Life

[Mack 10 {Talking}]
Yeah! Westside Connect gang for life
Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy
uh, uh, uh

Damn, Hollywood, land of how you do's
Movie stars, take two's, lights, camera
Where's my leadin' lady?

Out here in Hollywood you see so many games
Characters with so many names and faces
Counterfeit to the core, the bullshit they believe

I get a migraine tryin' to decipher who's who
When the life of the trife [Incomprehensible]
Who can you believe?
May be my folks Craine and Dean

What you wearin', how many carats?
What you drivin', don't worry about what I'm in
What you makin', nigga, what's the price on you?
Look at your chain, call that ice, homie?

You ain't gangsta, my clothes ain't tight on me
You where nut huggers and drink Christian Brothers with fake ID
A fraud ain't shit to me, a skinny broad is a bitch to me
Get a little fame and change up, fake gangsta

Hollywood made up bitch niggers, straight up
And them black born and stuck, fucked
It's hard to breathe with no love, no freight touch
I make hits daily, need a few? I got 'em

I coulda loaned you one or two
But Aftermath bought 'em, ironic ain't it?
I'm the CEO, judge, jury and the plaintiff
Sayin' fuck

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let them get the best of you?

Hollywood
I know you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Somebody tossed you some game
With some fame and you burned your back
Motherfucker, how lame is that
Even arranged for you pains to exist and beyond the map

Oh high as a diddy ass bugie niggas, actin' like video bitches
You ain't pimpin', you switchin' and Hollywierd livin', bullshittin'
Got no time for time for that
Cut, print, check the gate, that's a wrap

And if one more rude Hollywood bugie bitch steps to me
High steppin' like she better than me
I'ma put it to her direct one and correctly, like this

See, if you knows when too damn hard to see
That a real girl cut bitches all the way to [Incomprehensible]
(Hey, are you a model, actress?)
Save your drama for the movies

That role you play, is it the life you live?
Are you one hundred percent positive
Or did you just forget when you got here?
To this place of the misguided, them niggers tryin' to blend in

Hollywood
Who are you, what you'll say you'll do
And why you let it get the best of you?

Hollywood
I get you call it V.I.P.
But let me tell you what it means to me
It's Hollywood

Yeah, but the Truth Hurts
Hollywood, Hollywood

I come to find out
all these years man
The game wont wait
no matter who you are
Where you are or how you are
The game wont wait
Its a cold thang
its a cold game
You know how it is
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Now all I
see is we
The LBC 213s
Cheese and please
and the reason the season
The click's off the heezy
MrWarren G Z
Gots to make it easy
for Snoop D Z
They come back
and drop raps
and make snaps so easy
The most hunted
and most wanted
With a pocket full of hundreds
you know how we run it
Snoop D woop pass the MIC
Anticipation 213
We contemplate
and regulate
Now we got the game tight
its money to make
The game wont wait
but you can wait for the game
Worldwide tour
with skirts screamin our name
The hits dont stop because
the game wont change
all we goin to do is maintain
The hits dont stop because
the game dont wait
I got no time
for no payin much rate
I gotta go out and buy
some brand new clothes
change my socks before
they reveal my toes
The hits dont stop because
the game dont wait
And the girls dont stop
because the dick is straight
let me teach you
what I already know
the hits dont stop so
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont
Now its the second time around
ain't no phonies any fakes
Let me holla at cha tryin
to snake my stakes
you older than me
you say OG
you almost 40
tryin to stay young and sporty
Sport you roll me those
and stay in ya place
Before you see all stars
right up in ya face
Youngsta never bite the hand
thats feeds you
Proceed to get back to your folks
the loccs that need you
We do we always
keep it on the true
213 thats the name of the crew
Its true that the dirt i did
As a kid got me caught up
but I was brought up
With the MO if a DO
so play your info
Youngster
I been doin this before
I hit the radizzo
Snoop D Z is off the heezey
So you can make mine
extra cheesy
The crew's a twist cuz
it consists of
3 riders eastsiders
one love
The hits dont stop
because the game won't change
All we ever wanted was a smal
l time rap chain
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
Game dont
The shit keeps movin
it'll never stop
Long as we able
to make hit roccs
Long as a papa can't
stop my flow
The shit don't stop
I gotta make my flow
The shit don't stop
if you intend to take
The shit don't stop
its companies we break
Take all the money
and toss them hoes
The shit don't stop
thats just
Game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont wait
Shit dont stop because
the game dont wait

Bounce rock roll and skatin
Bounce rock roll and skatin
Dippin down the street on platinum Daytons

[Kurupt]
I been all around the world Japan to Amsterdam
Hittin like switches
Dippin hit the switches which is
One reason why I gotta make mine
'Cause these fools on the street tryin to take mine
Wassup ladies
Times gettin shady
You gotta lipstick wit it
That's why I'm sick wit it
Hard to maintain in this world of pain
But I'ma serve these rhymes like dimes of Caine (check it out)
Why can't we just chill and get along, motherfucker?
But the views you choose to use is wrong, motherfucker
Relax, me and Baby S got it macked to the tee
Just ride with me
Battlecat in the back with a sack on deez
Ridin' with the young OG's (OG's)
Dippin down Shaw, fuck all of y'all
As I bounce rock skate on threes

[Chorus:]
We can freak it, freak if you want to, dine if you want to, but,
'Cause since I came and you know [x2]

[Baby S]
Let me tell you how I started on the grind for mine
Livin life in my rear view
S, nigga hear you
About to drop the bomb
Record one and blue calm, and Yukons
And John hook my shit up bomb
Who controllin?
Rollin with my nigga from the Pound
Put my shit in cruise control with bitches all around
Make me feel like a G one more
He once smoked
For free, now its all about the G's and me

[Kurupt]
Oh yeah!
Blaze up a whole sack to the head
We wear khakis nigga, FUCK jeans
I'm sure all the G's know what I mean
Lil locs, young g's and og's
We on the smash for cash and that's it
We hit the stash and dash and that's it
We don't flash we mash we blast shit
And we don't give a fuck about a bitch but uh

[Chorus]

Give it up nigga, throw it up nigga [x8]
Why you trippin wit me?
Won't you kick it with me?
By my glock
Combinin nots
I got me somebody mad as shit
While all the rest of y'all is mad as shit
I'm dippin down the street in a sky blue Bentley
Pull up to the curve, then swerve gently
Ten of the homies made a left
But they all ride with Kurupt, Cat, and Baby S, so uh

[Chorus to Fade]

[Hook 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
Ohhh-ohh-oh-ohhh-ohhh... (Oh-hooo!)
Yeahhh, yeahh, yeah, yeahhhh... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about
you...)
[Chorus 2X's]
Beautiful, I just want you to know (Oh-hooo!)
You're my favorite girl... (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...)

I know you gon' lose it, this new Snoop shit
Come on baby boo, you gotsta get into it (Oh-hooo!)
Don't fool wit the playa with the cool whip
Yeah-yeah, you know I'm always on that cool shit
Walk to it, do it how you do it
Have a glass, lemme put you in the mood and, (Oh-hooo!)
Lil' cutie lookin' like a student
Long hair, wit'cha big fat booty
Back in the days you was a girl I went to school wit
Had to tell your moms and sister to cool it (Oh-hooo!)
The girl wanna do it, I just might do it
Here to walk wit some pimp-pimp clue wit'
Mommy don't worry, I won't abuse it
Hurry up and finish so we can watch 'Clueless' (Oh-hooo!)
I laugh at these niggas when they ask who do this
But everybody know who girl that you is

[Chorus 2X's]

[Verse 2]
When I see my baby boo, shit, I get foolish
Smack a nigga that tries to pursue it (Oh-hooo!)
Homeboy, she taken, just move it
I asked you nicely, don't make the Dogg lose it
We just blow 'dro and keep the flow movin'
In a '64, me and baby boo cruisin' (Oh-hooo!)
Body rag interior blue, and
Have them hydralics squeakin' when we screwin'
Now she's yellin', hollerin' out Snoop, and
Hootin', hollerin'; hollerin', hootin' (Oh-hooo!)
Black and beautiful, you the one I'm choosin'
Hair long and black and curly like you're Cuban
Keep groovin', that's what we doin'
And we gon' be together until your moms move in... (Oh-hooo!)

Pharrell: Ehh... oh yeah, there's something about you...

[Chorus & Hook: 2X's]

[Bridge 2X's: Pharrell & Uncle Charlie Wilson]
...See I just want you
To know that you are really special...
Ohh why, oh why, oh why, oh why...

[Verse 3]
Snoop Dogg Clothing, that's what I'm groomed in
You got my pictures on the wall in your room-in (Oh-hooo!)
Girls be complainin' you keep me boomin'
But girls like that wanna listen to Pat Boone (Ehh... oh yeah, there's
something about you...)
You's a college girl, but that don't stop you from doin'
Come and see the Dogg in a hood near you-in (Oh-hooo!)
You don't ask why I roll wit a crew, and
Twist up my fingers and wear dark blue-in (Ehh... oh yeah, there's something
about you...)
On the eastside, that's the crew I choose
Nothin' I do is new to you (Oh-hooo!)
I smack up the world if they rude to you (Ehh...)
'Cause baby girl you so beautiful...

[Chorus 2X's]

[Bridge 4X's]

Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta (yeah, who is it)
The girls all pause (Roscoe)
Dogg Pound (Nate Dogg, Kurupt) DOGG POUND (h.g)
Where the gangsta's at?? (woof! woof!) (shhhhh)
Where the gangsta's at?? (check it out)

(Kurupt)
When the gangsta's came, see its the same ol' gang
Same ol' gangsta gang, its the same old thang
Just new days and new ways to twist
Its like this, the gangsta's came and the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When I tell you lately
Seems no one can fade me
It just might drive you crazy
Watching gangsta's walk (gangsta's walk)

(Kurupt)
Gin and juice, hen and coke,
Rum and coke, and five ounces of dope
In the middle of the twist, in the cud of smoke
Where my dogs, are the hogs, O.G's and loc's
All the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
Got 10 girls that pay me
Just so they can lay me
And when they come to see me, I just drop my drawers

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna leave with you (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
When I came in, ramming,
With my pistol and my cannon
I wanna get somethin' blew off now
Dogg Pound Gangsta's with the gangsta sound
We make the....

World go round

(Nate Dogg)
Girls they make me wiery
Homies try to steer me
But I stay on my own street they might steer me wrong (girls all pause)

(Roscoe)
She say I'm young, but I'm cute
The kind of guy she likes, in room 802444
But she gone lie tonight, but one things fo' sho
When Roscoe creeps slow through the do'
The...

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
Bust in right behind her
Ask for the vagina
After this I'll find ya, when the lights come on (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's talk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
Walkin', talkin', gangsta G
D.P.G, seein' sob said uncomplete me
The homies at the local swapmeet
Dippin' through the hood, gold feet with beats
And make the...

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
This ones for the homies
Actin' like they know me
When you move slowly, so nobody falls (girls all pause)

(Kurupt)
AYYY! yellin' through, bailin' through, tellin' you,
I'm a G, ganstafied, do or die, homicide,
G's ride, I ride, we ride, what that D.P.G like??
We ride by and the....

Girls all pause

(Nate Dogg)
When the gangsta's hit the room (gangsta's walk)
And make 'um wanna get wit you (girls all pause)
When the gangsta's hit the room (girls all pause)
And they all say the same ol' thang

(Kurupt)
Gangsta Boogie 30x's

(Nate Dogg)
Girls all pause

Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood like everybody from the hood is up to no good.
You think all the girls around here are trickin' up there lookin' like Superchicken
At night I see your light through my bedroom window But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say "I'm going down, mayday, mayday." I'm gonna clown
Cause every time that the pigs have got me y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi
military force, but we don't want ya standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
"So fly like an eagle." But don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make it's heard Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"
"Run, run, run, from the ghetto bird"

Now...My homey's here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next Now the four I was driving was hotter than July
looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
"Calling all cars, I think we've got em." I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's I look suspicious You know that I'm running
Shit, I hear it humming Fuck, I see it coming
Is it a bird? Yup Is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala
Let's see if they would folla me, hit a fence, hit a fence, and another
met me a baby pitbull and his mother Ran up in some peoples house and looked out of the window
I wish it was my ten-four had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

"Just put his hat, ehrrr, he combed his hair and then put his hat back
on. Errr, he's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115
miles an hour, with the police chasing him. Ehm, they're not gonna be
real happy when they catch up with him, no matter what, the eh...
Ehrr, they hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse."

Officer Bird's on his way, and I don't wanna see him could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to bank you but don't make me bank you, thank you
Tried to get yo the hood, and you might guess that a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"
I bust me a left from Rubellon. Park The 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my homegirl's house and got a hug man, She helped me run like Harriet Tubman
Looked out the window by the black bed I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face I close the blinds cause I didn't wanna catch a case
All that night, I heard the bird circle while I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch By two A.M. I was digging her out
Fuck the ghetto bird
"Which way is he going now?" "Ok, now..now he's..he's actually southbound..on a service street..
and, uh...Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here and figure
out which service street he suddenly turned off on. Uh, the sheriffs are..are...well I know that...
sheriffs ground units got thrown off"

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Back with some shit that gots to bump
As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk
Just to floss you like a motherfuker, clownin' their shit
Gots the Dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch
Throw off, go off, show off, I take that hoe
If she proper, I'ma pop her the hole hopper
It's back on the track
With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sack

So Daz, step up on the ass
And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past

Diggidy Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK
That I bring as I slang like cavy
Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy
Had he not known about the city I'm from
Long Beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back
Here I come, stompin' in my kakhi suit
BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood
God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up
On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling

But did you raise up all this nuts?
Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up

[Daz] Chiggie check
[Dre] Microphone check one
[Daz] Chiggie check
[Dre] Microphone check two
[Daz] Chiggie check
[Dre] Microphone check three
[Snoop] You tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E

Now check me out, it's back to the old school
Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nobody cap on
Slap on some D-R-E
Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-O-double G
Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please
Peep out my manuscript
You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit
(Beeyatch!!) So recognize game from the gangsta
Thangs will remain the same until I change 'em

It's real easy to see
So you can check sounds from Nate D-O-double G

I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I heard you wanna fuck with Dre
You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day
Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow
Let me know if you think you can fade Death Row
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street
I can't be faded
I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin street

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 aloneJust 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 213So 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 downThey got guns to my head I think I'm going downI can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could flylet 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 coldnow they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit lateNate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters downI 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 curbnow Nate got the freaks and that's a known factbefore i got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cuz it's onN-A-T-E and methe Warren to the GJust like I thought they were in the same spotin need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-childwere in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hellI said 'ooh i like your style' 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 motelI'm tweakingonto a whole new levelG-Funk stpe to thisI dare yafunkon a whole new level the rythmn is the base and the base is the treblechordsstringswe bringsmelody G-Funkwhere rythmn is lifeand life is rythmnIf you know like I know you don't wanna step to thisit's the G-Funk erafunked out with a gangster twist if you smoke like I smokethen you high like everydayand if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate

Feat. Nas, T-Boz
[Nas]
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost
It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping
Oh shit, this little nigga's thugging
I mean, I was thirteen
I was nursing a knot on my face
But chose another time and a place
That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit
Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night
Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting
Hit 'em or slice 'em
Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife
I tried to give another nigga advice, shoot dice
Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get?
How many niggas do you know get two?
Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid
Be one in your crew
I don't respect killas, I respect those with knowledge
Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance
Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple
Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do
Keep your enemies close, where they can see you
It not your enemy who get you
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people
It's always your own people

[T-Boz]
Mass confusion, in my head
Killing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
Cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us

[Scarface]
I know you hate me, don't you
I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came
You probably rather see me die in the game
You probably rather see me die in a plane
Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough
I get my money shit changed
And niggers start looking at me different than this
I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch
But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this
You going good is what you come up against
Nigger you get what you get
So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence
But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench
I'ma starter while you riding the bench
You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints
Something to go by, to let these niggers know I
Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die
Best friends since high school seniors
The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us

[T-Boz]
Mass confusion, in my head
Killing me, driving me mad
I be wondering, can I trust my friends?
cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can?
Am I paranoid? and if that's the case
Is it curable? Can you help me find my place?
I can't handle this, I'm losing it
With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness
Help your brother, save him from the
Evil demons, in between us, came between us

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

Makaveli in this, Killuminati, all through your body
The blow's like a twelve gauge shotty (Uhh, feel me!)
And God said he should send his one begotten son
to lead the wild into the ways of the man
Follow me, eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

I ain't a killer but don't push me
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy
Picture paragraphs unloaded, wise words being quoted
Peeped the weakness in the rap game and sewed it

Bow down, pray to God hoping that he's listening
Seeing niggaz coming for me, and my diamonds, when they glistening
Now pay attention, rest in peace father
I'm a ghost in these killing fields

Hail Mary catch me if I go, let's go
Deep inside the solitary mind of a madman who screams
In the dark evil lurks, enemies, see me flee
Activate my hate, let it break, to the flame

Set trip, empty out my clip, never stop to aim
Some say the game is all corrupted, fucked in this shit
Stuck, niggaz is lucky if we bust out this shit, plus
Mama told me never stop until I bust a nut

Fuck the world if they can't adjust
It's just as well Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

Penitentiaries is packed with promise makers, never realize
The precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin', institutionalized
I lived my life a product, made to crumble
But too hardened for a smile, we're too crazy to be humble, we ballin'

Catch me Father please, cause I'm fallin', in the liquor store
That's the Hennessey I hear ya callin', can I get some more
Hail 'til I reach Hell, I ain't scared
Mama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't there

I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do
One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you
On a one way trip to prison, selling drugs
We all wrapped up in this living, life as thugs

To my homeboys in Clinton Max, doing they bid
Raise hell to this real shit, and feel this
When they turn out the lights, I'll be there in the dark
Thuggin' eternal through my heart, now Hail Mary nigga

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

<b>Kastro</b>
They got a APB, out on my Thug family
Since Outlawz run these streets, like these skanless freaks
Our enemies die now, walk around half dead
Head down, K blasted off of Hennessey and Thai
Chronic, mixed it, now I'm twisted, blisted, and high
Visions of me thug livin' getting me by
Forever live, and I multiply survived by Thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they coming with slugs

<b>Young Noble</b>
Peep the whole scene and whatever's going on around me
Brain kinda cloudy, smoked out feeling rowdy
Ready to wet the party up, and whoever in that motherfucker
Nasty new street, slugger my heat seeks suckers
On the regular mashing in a stolen black Ac' Integra
Cocked back, sixty seconds til the draw that's when I'm dead in ya
Feet first, you got a nice gat but my heat's worse
From a Thug to preaching church, I gave you love now you eating dirt
Needing work, and I ain't the nigga to put you on
Cause word is bond when I was broke I had to hustle till dawn
That's when sun came up, it's only one way up
Hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up

If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate
If it's on then it's on, we rate beat-breaks
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate
To this shit I don't got, be the shit I gotta take
Dealing with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la
(Repeats in background)

<b>Prince Ital</b>
We've been traveling on this weary road
Long time til I be take off this load
But we ride, ride it like a bullet
Hail Mary, Hail Mary
We won't worry everything will come real
Free like the bird in the tree
We won't worry everything will come real
Yes we free like the bird in the tree
We running from the penitentiary
This is the time for we liberty
Hail Mary, Hail Mary

Come with me, Hail Mary
Nigga run quick see, what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die
La la-la la la, la la la

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