Lyrics:
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Some said it wouldn't work, some said it wouldn't last
In New York, they say that the tempo's too fast
You disregarded, but the albums got charted
We put
right now,
Woah,
Hands in the air right now,
Hands all the way up in the air right now,
And if you down with the ville,
And you just wanna build,
Put
and demand; I'm The man to supply! Y'all like who came with this guy
Hell if I told you about how I'm surrounded
By potential it's essential drop everybody that
at it, after mathematics
In the home of drive-by's and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through, then I give you (still)
Hook up from the get-go
Shining like my new bezel
Hold me tight and don't let go
Damn, I love you babe
Everything we done been through
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly be
Saturdays for you to see
What yo life can truly
Aye, if you know my real name, you know why this collab is... crazy
Love it
Let's rap
Back in December I dropped a preface for the album
Stars
the poor
And after all you can say you saw
Cypress Hill, stompin once more
I play it by ear, I love to steer
The fifty-seven Bel Air from here to there
impressed
Cause he got plenty of dough
And he showing interest
He a baller he getting them grown men checks
So you gotta love it, 'Melo gave me a budget
For
???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at
Push
the air, bitches take their tops off
put the chronic in the air, then the shit popped off
shit popped off
[Verse One- Dr. Dre]
Late california night, out
to share it with all of you
And clear the air a little bit
Say it all from my point of view
I haven't seen you in a while
All the dust has been settled now
Hope
Yeah, I'm on my way, I'm coming
Don't, don't lose faith in me
I know you've been waitin'
I know you've been prayin' for my soul
Hope, hope
Weezy by here
And I love to see you do so
I love my coupe blow on them deuce-o's
I love a cute ho and you probably love her all right, girl
He
throw your hands up in the air
BDP rockin' without no fear
So Kenny Parker if you know what time it is
Throw the funky fresh beat in like this
and Cease ???
Sell water from the cookpot, ain't that raw?
My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four
You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind
ain't get a deal with ya
You ain't saying nothing, you like a still picture
You better thank God you still breathing air
Cause you coulda went out like
like flashing lights walking by
I look to God and I ask him why
He had to make a nigga this fly
I'm the shit you ain't gotta lie
Look to God and I ask
I wanna love you right
You are the love of my life, girl you be my lover like
I mean, you be my boo
We be like Usher and keys
I wanna usher you keys,
brunt, job done
Can't stop the shine, stop trying
You in the air, up there, better stop flying
Can't stop lying than better you stop liming
Before my
the message
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love love
Foxy Music
I want, I want L. O. V. E. Love you
I want K. I. S. S. Kiss you
Yeah, golden
walk is big-boss don’t have to try
You compliment me you’re by my side
Up and down you love to ride
You’re my drug in the middle of the night
Want some
the air
I feel my mind is clouded by routines and despair
It goes wherever I go, baby theres no escape from this place
You better get up to go out today
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