Lyrics:
Female: Uhhu& Sunny Day (Repeat 2X)
(2Pac: It's just another sunny day in California)
[Chorus]
It's just another sunny day another sunny day
And we
[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah.. yo whassup my nigga?
It's the big homeboy Snoop Dogg
And why'know, the streets is a motherfucker
D.P.G.C., why'know
me it hurt
And whenever I said, "Can-I", the crowd said, "Bus"
Ten years later who am I? I still got a passionate love
To be the man who I was,
by you bitches like pelicans
Put a crack in yo exo-skeletan
Shake this bitch like a bowl of gelatin
we soldiers no limit soldiers ugh there
pummel horse is real big, the same thing to make trust fall
[?], beat by the benz, the eyes are like frogs
You're a tadpole nigga, an asshole nigga
I'll
erase your login face your goblins
(Ah) , that's eye-to-eye with your demons
I'm side by side with these
Heathens to my surprise, i'm the reason
I'm
to make a move,
no one's gonna rescue our souls if we don't do,
this place will burn in a big fire,
the sky is suffocated by dark clouds of desire,
Youngsta, yeah
Now, now it has to be catchy and no top 10 and no Grammy
We've been stuck in that trap house I won't let that shit trap me
I was
Crippin' like I crept in the cut
By caught - slippin'
Now he six feet deep
And a nigga with him
Fool it's Crip for life I thought you knew
I guess by night
incense
I'm intense, shit vibin' like a sixth sense
Lyrics mutilated like X-men
Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra
Smoothness, movements, halloed in
maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front
keep that steal with ya
Came out the jungle with guerrillas gotta be on ya spartan shit
Keep ya 10 toes composed and don't forget who you started with
If
to put me on the shelf
Said they get the boy a deal
But I’m glad you never helped
Make a mill by myself
Blow a backend
On a grill
Get it ice box
Know it’s
up a boat
Don't hit my line unless you need 10 or more
Yo lil shawty hit my line she pulled up left her sore
Give the bitch a stack of dummies make
a mood bruh
Leave the crowd like "ooo what?"
Long hair on the big body
Two 10's both sittin' shotty
Crack a fifth start gettin' rowdy
Blowin' O's lookin'
hoppas, plus we
cop droppas, by the day but the night we just cock roppas, tryin' to catch a dime, cat nights and fat,
lets go get they head right like
stinger, 10 laps
Crack slinger, sack wack
Everyone hates you!
No printer, just fax!
said just by walking in
Feel a little off again
Might crack a smile then blow Off his grin
Fair fight so I gotta get em
Poppa said If They tryna bring
Everything dead this that embalming fluid
Possessed by something that you can't see
Talk to Pac and Big woke em up out they sleep
Creep on ya ass and you won't
and took my steps
Rumors fell off but we bounced back i then swiped card bust phones and moved ounce crack
Rappers getting rob out of town but they wont
is up in this world.
It's November 22nd and 01:10 by my Time
Tryna figure out my expression
And feelings as I write
I'm in a car with sealed doors my
nineteen ninety-five I was derived
My eyes have seen many suffering types and kinds
Turned me 'to a savage I don't wan' be by your side
Turn into a savage if
of spiders
I want a ten-foot-tall crack pipe
And a license to beat my wife
And my own amusement park
Where I can do what or whoever I like
I grow tired
Aye I'm walking thru the valley of the shadow of death
And I'm all by myself
God said that he's coming to help
I left my bible on shelf
This the one
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