Lyrics:
bring? Nothin' but pain and one in your fuckin' brain
Ain't nothin' changed since the album, I'm still wildin'
I'm still violent I've been waitin' for
get it, get it
How can common sense be seen as lawless?
And if you feel like you just wanna hit it, hit it
Pay no mind to all the non-sense
Thinking
without any hope or cure
And Jesus threw a line out and salvation was secured
Fallin
Hit the wall, drop the ball
Now I'm crawlin
Passin' lies act like
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
I do I'll miss the things passing by
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if I do I'll miss the things passing by
I'm all talk
kill it
I'ma kill it
My nigga its the
M-A-Triple-D-O
Don't forget the C ho
Visualize the audio
Its album number cinco
Lyrics by the Doctor
You're
Snoop talking:
Ay yo G-1 I been listening to this nigga Quik album
& he ain't got no songs about the pussy. You know
that nigga gotta have something
kick that shit that's known to hit
So much rap lines, you might fuck around and hang clothes on it
But yo it ain't no thing in it, your static-free
you do: [What?]
A, you, plain and simply, back up off her
be , you hit it just a little bit softer,
see, you take it out and put it in het butt,
Well,
{NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay.. this album has been funded
By the Blastmaster KRS-One Fund
Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!
You know what? We're gettin {NERRRRRRRR-VOUS!}
Okay,
(C-Sick)
Uh, soon as you here this verse, I'm out the record deal
They cheated twelve albums, four years, and that's a record still
Head
Intro: Puff Daddy
I'ma make you dance
And we won't stop, cause we can't stop (repeat 3X)
Don't stop
KRS-One
Puff Daddy
Bad Boy remix
Hit me baby
Ru and Frogg at?
I put my hood on like it was cold as fuck
West side Cedar Block and niggas know what's up
I'm with the shit though, my album drop,
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
How freaky can you get to a long fat dick
Hella freaky like I said to a song that hit
I'm the dirty rapper Too Short, the triple X
Run up in
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns
And all we used to do is drink brew
Screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens
We fuckin' cousins
You can throw your
Oh yeah you know where I'm from
You know where I stay
Nigga, I'm posted in the A
Sittin low in my phantom ridin high
Every time I ride by nigga, I'm
I'm at
Think Uncle Robert had the cure, until he got cut off by AIDS
I'm making up for what was taken back
I'm tryna be the new disease
I'm tryna spread
it makes my head feel light
1, 2, 3
Then I hit the floor
My friends will endure
And more drinks we pour
Faded, I feel secure
Sober, I don't feel sure
hit the plug up for more weight
Whatchu gon' do for it
Everytime a n**** talk it's a new story
I know real Rastas real rude boys
You a lame n**** ain't
the cure
I'm sliding inside
I need to take a detour
Mi amour
Imma fuck like my whore
Her pussy make me secure
Voilà
Hit it raw
So I can feel it pure
Mmhmm
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