Lyrics:
Mentioned
Sittin’ and Reminiscing
Still Out Here On Tha Mission
My Niggas I Sure Do Miss Them
And I Will Not Forget Them
On My Album You Got A Mention
Pop
You know how it goes
Smoke a junt
And live it up
Ridin with my brothas
5 deep up in tha truck
Bustas talkin shit
But when it comes down to tha funk
we gon'
[Hook]
Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Yo' hood, my hood, tote heat,
clip
Who you know could fly by '05 then '06
When they see that new V the dope boys go crazy
Yeah, You know I still fuck with State P
Still fuck with
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
school Cutlass Supreme
Thirty-five cents to my name and that's fo' a blunt man
The way thangs goin' today I might as well be dead, so dread
The voices
pregnant and you’re tha father so, whatchu gonna do about it??
*masturbation*
Hi, my name is Tina, and I'm looking for someone that goes by the name
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Da da da da, da da da da, da da da da
Aiyyo tha Alkies set
da-da, da-da da-da
(Two thou' style) da-da da-da?
Da-da da-da, da-da da-da
Aye yo tha alkies set the trends that the whole world follow
Fuck a CD,
God sent wit not a cent to my name that's nonsense... here wit a knot full of wit hoping for cents in a knot... hope that don't tie your sense in
this hustla with street knowledge
9 to 5
Still fliping twenties on the side
Try to get by the feints
I'm making dollars out of fifty cents
Got
right
I'm black, blacker than a trillion midnights
"Don't Believe The Hype" was said in '88 by the great Chuck D
Now they're tryin' to fuck me!
Dirty Child Rant Its Yo Turn Nigga
873 Yea that's my gang
It ain't gone change I been dat Nigga
Ima dirty child foreva
I'm tha Steppa
I'm the hitta
I
I ain't bout my business
Zoom by I'm in motion
Like dice, shakin them bitches
High rolla, 5 2 6 1
Come out hittin' 5 6 3 4
Got a fist full
ass homeboys too
Yeah
Nineteen ninety-one
Just when all these other rappers seem to be fallin' by the wayside
We put a team together and came
don't shoot anymore
My deal got signed so the spirits all up
We shot the album front cover up by the shops
We just wanna rep the manor right, give it
quando fumo col delay
Iena white widow faccio sumo con gli dei
Vec drag mar lag spaccanapl ind o' sang
Uanm e che capo branc
Sta ser sto' a capo funk
on khaki suit's (Ah hah)
Nike's and Croaker Sacks and sweatsuit's
And leather boots
I box niggas twice my size
I bust wit' a fo'-five
Look you in yo' eye
Bugs back to back eyyo Bezzy back to back eyyo
Outfit black on black eyyoAlbum track by track eyyo
Everybody outside the hood tell a friend
Iseb ist
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha
Cruisey tha Junie
Know them heads turn when we come through
What it do, uh
(Im blowed)
Gorilla, cold killer
Yo what up
voodoo science
In front of 20 ft. bonfires lookin' skyward
Calculating May 5 2000 the nine planets'll be in alignment
The arrival of the prophet
tryna get my meat sucked
But ima dog baby I just want my balls licked
And If them niggas violate I give em all clips
I get em all hit either me or 5 zip
the game
But I ain't hearing tha jizz where
I be at the sounds
Of the sirens cover their ears
They on our ass
Hit the gas and switch the gears
Sorry bout yo
sus breakbeats desde el Bronx
Como otros muchos como Kool herc
Igual que el rollo de Grand mastersflash
Y the furious five
Algo innovador desde Harlem
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