Lyrics:
Yeah, nigga
I'm still fuckin' with ya
Still waters run deep
Still Snoop Dogg and D.R.E.
'99, nigga, guess who's back
Still, still doin' that
the basement by Fresh, he like, "Dog, you lit"
Try to press me for my necks, guarantee them we all up sticks
Smoke whoever you with, on the set, fuck all them
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
with the sharks in my life got me seasick
I've been riding solo you can't tell me who to be with
Every album I've been on has charted, that's elite shit
OG D' Westside Stamp that Shit
Shh
These niggaz know what's up wit me
Man I tell ya
OG D' Westside stamp that Shit
These niggaz know what's up wit me
OG D' Westside Stamp that Shit
Shh
These niggaz know what's up wit me
Man I tell ya
OG D' Westside stamp that Shit
These niggaz know what's up wit me
understandably shaken up by this release
The question everybody wants to know is:
Why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac, rather Makaveli
Was not available for
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
And look I know I sway different
Behave different
And you're looking for consistency
But girl if you knew my history to begin with
You wouldn't be fooled by
alter indifferently
Pop out by myself ain't no fear in me
My faith in a glizzy
Neva played it safe I'd steal home base pay attention
Nigga caught
Running 2's with Mitch, told em hit me on the backdoor
Hesi blow-by my defender, throw the lob up to Jay Leo
D1 dreams from the K, keep on working lil Devo
And I sold my soul to the devil
I didn't think I'd become special
And I can't say I'm full of regret so
Guess It's time for me to let go
Let go
the crib
With a movie on
Didn't care if we got
In a fight
Cause I know
We'd be fucking
By the end of the night
Let's count the problems
1234
Wondering if we
hoop rings
Saving worlds in 2D
RPG Boy new kings
OG CHO and Blue Dream
Crème brûlée and pouteen
JoJo, Fooley Cooley
OG Nation 13, fighting Aogiri
Shine
About the drug thing
Should call this album "Nothing"
Said I'd amount to nothing
And I slip through the shadows
In the late night shots on shots like AI
to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd
goin' alive
I'd rather die than be a convict
I'd rather fire on my target
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin'
Michael Jordon
I’m the goat
And they hate to see my ballin
Tell scott to cut a check
I should be sponsored by Spaulding
See me in the club
Wit’ my
They fucked up in the spin like lady D
Hard childhood but I hunged on
Tuff but smart no need of a handgun
If I unleash chaos they run
Bunch
he was saying, so why'd I want some more?
He's trying to kip, not spend time with a wide-eyed fucking bore
Next week I cancelled the Watford train
are
To the d block, to anybody else whose our motherfucking family putting down an
Album, we gon crush why'all motherfuckers
Well this one is
get revenge by suckin' dick, bitch, your cutthroat
I'm with three Powerpuff Girls, Mojo Jojo
She like, "That's three-hundred K, nigga, how you broke
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