Lyrics:
and shifty, quickly call Swifty
To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50
Ya feelin' lucky? Squeeze
I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese
With your seed,
me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now hahahahaha, we gon' see
wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray,
a smoothie
Fuck, the strap got a streetlight
I just stuffed this one bitch Lil E height
I'll kill and go to jail for ten years
Fuck a street fight 'Bout
the midst of his enemies
Sit He on the throne of his father David
Shema Yisrael
Our God is only One
And no doubt the mashaya is His Son
E shock them
to go and by the whole 'lot and...
Nigga tried by a whole block and
Tried to hustle, get a whole rock in
Nowadays it was '95, the way my niggas use to red
spin around, I'm the new kid in town
Yeah it's coming soldier,
April the month it's over
Yeah your run is over
The album is done I told you
What
[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
consumed by the tomb
Know it's looming around, shoutout death: I might try it
I made a mistake, our love was fake
Purple and black, babe, I lost all my cyan
of the dope stuff
So in the record store, you can't pass by us
GET the album, HEAR THE MUSIC
And hold on so you just don't lose it
As a reference, for
don't know you or your best friend David
You're testing my patience
I've got the heart of a lion
I don't get bothered by peasants
Tryna bring me down
know you or your best friend David
You're testing my patience
I've got the heart of a lion
I don't get bothered by peasants
Tryna bring me down
Mission
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
Beep
Dr Dre
Ay ay Snoop whattup this your nigga dre
Ay man I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it out put
try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm
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
They
'boutta hit this muhfuckin' album
(Oh oh-Oh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, whoa)
Yeah-Yeah-Yeah-Yeah
I done seen a lot of things, yeah yeah
Nowadays, sit
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
around frontin like they money is filthy
I'm in the game to clean minds, fuck you want?
I had coke for too long, I supply that boat
[Chorus] (Ja Rule)
z
I guess by now you can tell you miss me
The baddest motherfucker in rap history
One to the temple put you out your misery
That's not an album
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
the townships
Bothered by me I’m the hottest MC
First album going plat s’B.I.G hayi gabi
Anis’yeke ngey’ indaba (Siyekeleni ngeyi ndaba)
Anis’yeke ngey’ indaba
the cabbage tree
Niggas mad at me and really ain't around me
For your anatomy it's fully automatically
[E-40 talking]
And I said to myself,
Ya know what
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
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