Lyrics:
was rudely interrupted, What's your name home-boy?"
I said
'What's up? My name is Dustin'
I know you gotta run these streets at night
Think about it
of black tar H
Baby boy, twenty keys
Dead Colombian Gs
Now you're ballin full speed
One slip you bleed
You had your nigga with you
Hard rock street
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
This is the last time
I know I'm 'bout to drive you crazy
Last time but I gotta see my baby
I know I swore that I'd never break your heart no more
the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down
(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets
it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
It's on now
We Worldwide
Roots crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee (Do it
it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
It's on now
We Worldwide
Roots crew what up
Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee (Do it
action
By seeing it as a challenge, you
Will have converted this negative
Into a positive
Purely by a mental process that will
Result in positive action
a PUSSY RAT or a LEECH
He fold and he told and he on the streets
We was saved by the bails like Zack and Screech
Tryna get in my mix that's my pet peeve
How
and out is alive so everyone strives to keep it outside! D.J.s play in the streets bumpin' beats and sellin' mix tapes of all the greats women is rentin'
you all to call me Loretta.
REG
What!?
STAN
It's my right as a man.
JUDITH
Why do you want to be Loretta, Stan?
STAN
I want to have babies.
REG
You
so phat, gaps so nice, you can see tha' ass from the front,
You fittina hurt 'em how you twurk that thang,
You want me to hear when you pop it baby
this niggas poppin the (bleep)
It's all real
You know I ain't no approxamist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis
Get it
Who you die for
Get it
Stacking up the cash
Fast when it comes to the gas
By no means average
She's on when she's got to have it
Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in
Can I
cup mix it by the pint
Straight catty, she just wanna tap me
I told her "what's the addi?"
I'm zooming to her addi
And she got the zanis
House is full
my eyes,
Yo baby picture tryin to sell somethin that?s an actual fact yo,
If you can?t mix love with rap,
You better step back,
My K Swiss, like
clothes got washed
Track suits were dry
Dad got jokes
When I laugh it hurt it my sides
See the sky
Change colour at night
Are you here with me
Right by my
the drank dirty (woo)
Got a body case
Yeah, the beat diverted (beat diverted)
I'm in love with you, girl
I been sellin' it for real (uh-huh)
I been
to the court like, "Bitch I did that"
Ain't no black power when your baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep the peace, don't you fuck with one of ours
It
touch up your shape up when Doc spit on the iron
What it is my brother?
(Trying to live my brother)
How you live my brother?
(Real civilized brother)
I'm
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
Better tell 'em if they ain't know, put 'em on shorty
(We know how you be doing it baby) How
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