[Verse 1] Watch my uncle drank his life away, he died today My auntie would not put the pipe away she like the yay These hoes ain't fuckin with no nigga that don't like to pay She don't obey cause
Heaven, living in a California cage, y'all trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die, it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn how many more motherfuckin'
Westside Connection Bow Down The Gangsta, the Killa, and the Dope Deala Thanks to [email protected] for these lyrics. (Intro: Ice Cube) Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to stud
(I know) Could it be my ride? (the real) Could it be my shine? (why do these boys) Could it be my cash knots? (want me killed) Could it be because of my height? (I know) Could it be my crib? (the real
what the fucks up DTP and this motherfucker and fo all yall that don't like it do 1 thing get the fuck back cuz all my nigga's is ready luda, 20, fate, shawnna lets show these motherfuckers how we dis
-yo, big mann, what's happenin? -just out here chillin, dawg -shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about? -nigga, I'm out here reminiscin, lookin around, nigga -reminiscin on what? -bout ho
I see you windin' and grindin' up on the pole I know you see me lookin' at you and you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know Money in the air as mo' fell
(Master P)-talking Uh huh, little somethin somethin for my tru niggas in New Orleans, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Richmond California, Detroit Michigan, Oakland, Frisco, Virginia, Arkansas, Fresno, Kansas, Ten
This yo course niggas Say none of that sucka duck ass shit Nigga it's that real street music Project Pat Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets () I knew this dude named Ricky, real slicky, only tr
Dayton Family F.b.i. The Hand That Rocks The Cradle I'm down in this muthafuckin dope game, Cause the law can't fuck with me [shoestring] I got the hand that rocks the cradle, and makin em fatal,
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