Lyrics:
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
made 'for you by you'
Every hip-hop nigga listen and wishing he had your style
To go against you if you rip him and pass him by (yeah)
A mastermind is
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
Check it out
Ladies and gentleman
I present my self
I go by the name of Sol you know
I'm here to introduce the album
The first album of the D.O.A.
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
for all the head I got
I keeps it real ah cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's no limit til I d I e
for all the head I got
I keeps it real ah cause I'm all about my scrilla
The ladies love me cause I'm a million dolla hitta
It's no limit til I d I e
to women, my lady know I'm a lord
Lord, forgive me for all my wrongs
Killin' niggas for sneakers or shit that's said in a song
Puttin' homies in check
Ladies and Gentlemen
You're welcome to the Bad Boys Album
By the one and only Undisputed Manager
With the vibes machine
Pan pate to the world
Omo la
stalking kids, man what a disgrace
SoundCloud rapper in the studio making beats
Working really hard to get my album so complete
Cha$e D'Amico on the mic,
Yeah
Yeah!
Okay!
Okay
You know I'm getting real tired of the petty shit
Too many soft rounds now with a heavy grip
So many other rappers albums that
of that stupid farm I always hated that place
Ouchie, this turkey is going to kill me
Hahaha, good job
Bye
Ladies and gentleme-e-e
This is dra-a-ke ne-w-s
[E-40 talking]
Testing, testing...testing testing
Uh, Sick Wid It, Sick Wid It
707, Sick Wid It Records, Sick Wid It
Click shit, Click shit nigga
feathers with my dream
Rewrite the scene
With obscene gestures of freed
Middle finger to law fuck old me
I do it how I do it
And these ladies scream E
a be, they go
Repeat Chorus
N.O.R.E. wants to see a churning now
All my ladies in the club turn around
Make it hot on fire of blow
Bring it up by doin'
known to rock
You hear the bass from the truck when I'm on the block
Ladies they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How nigga?
My last album was
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
thought that this CD shit would happen
I dropped my first album, they went crazy
And at random I was fuckin' these nigga's ladies
Don't play no games,
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
of shit, a-ha-ha
It's a new day, new regime, new change
You don't like it fuck you
But thanks to e'rybody who bought this album
Big Pun forever, Ton'
keep faggot like RuPaul
troop to the new sensation fuck that whole wannabe gangster fascination
The illusion is broke, or cock albums mispoke
I'm contracted
A killer on a powder high, Game 7, Lebron clapping, I'll have your
Spinal column out of your body right by you
And your bodyguard
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