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her, you loved her, moved her in the crib
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise
Hit by cupid, stupid, why'd you do it? Why be bother?
Why you holla? Three babies, three baby fathers
Get wise kid, open your eyelids, cause that last
then she gets plenty more, uhh
repeat Chorus One
(Guru)
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby,
before me, in the presence of my enemies
He has super S on his feet, so he thought he had an S on his chest with that bulletproof vest
But we coming for
ain't worried 'bout 'em
My only goal is to keep courage and to make it off the bottom
Oh, I was raised by the Chinese store
Even though I ain't Chinese
have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies want to squab
I'm still rollin
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
I'm sorry, I knew you wouldn't pick up
3:30 AM in the morning, still up
Thinking 'bout all of the losses and stuff I've suffered this month
Man I've
the blame
I say it's sunnin' when there's rain
I jump by leaps and bounds, just call my name
What's that you're saying?
Girl, I like the way you talk
Where do I call my home?
It’s both four hours to Atlanta or to Ohio
Man, did it go by fast
I didn’t know what I had before the time had passed
We’ve
feet right
I can't lie it's a lot that gets me hype
It's a lot that gets me hype
It's a lot that gets me hype yeah yeah yeah
Had to be in by
it everyday
Anyway 'cause I gotta stay paid 40
Chorus
Verse Three: E-40, Too $hort
We throw parties on big-ass boats, niggaz wrap they
acknowledge it
I spent my whole career at the heels of their feet
Doin' everythin' I could to try be who they be
'Til a couple albums back, when I was
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
started to fill in the background and when he started to sing
The entire bar leapt to its feet and began screaming and applauding
By the time the song
days
Bare feet in wet grass
Sunburned cheeks and tangled hair
The smell of chlorine
When did we stop drinking chocolate milk?
Anyway...
Thank you for not
ya nigga, Im plantin' my feet
Fah Fah Fah Fah, A young nigga deceased
We used to take shit down
We ain't mean no harm, We was just tryna eat
Now i'm
grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one
the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
For the day one of my homies wanna
I get burned
Hellfire, 3rd degree
When I fall I pray they rest with me
When my demons get the best of me
They just cut me open, Let me bleed
Just my
or villain in mine is in session
The way that I'm referrin to this makes ya move ya butt
but don't stand in a daze, yeah you should know what's up
Anyway I
did my hair grow?
Will the boys 'n' the hood have to beat down Ice Cube?
Hell no, I'll static son, you'll see it's okay
I keep my 9 anyway
for
the fourth finger?
This one's really hard to hold up by itself
But give it a go anyway
You might need to use the other hand to help hold it
Then hide it behind
{Go ahead den}
Yo eff rappers, I'm the hardest thing on two feet
Yo, listen to me, ya not zeen
{Well go ahead den}
[Kardinal Offishall]
Yo, my rhymes
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