Lyrics:
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
While she goes down
When I went to my bros
Told him help me please
Now we hop out the PJs
Hosted by the P
My old bitch yellin' come back
Come
folks like Angelina and brad.
Some keep the heat in the stash, put 30 keys in the jag,
And if cops ain't peeping your tag your gonna feel some
shit, bet I live for it
For this moment
Had to vent so I hit up the big homie
Niggas don't even buy albums
But niggas still do anything for a deal,
I be on the way
I'm sorry about the way
The new album is on the way
I'm in my zone
On and off stage I perform
I'll take them by storm now
Watch I'm
majestic riding that horse
The album cover heat cuz she is the source
Of all my joys in all of my daily
She my happiness, she is my baby
She flows well like
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
yeah album is done
Got this shit on lock, I’m jamming with squad
Going to the top, you know we never pause
You be going up the ladder
Step by step
We be
the speakers
I’m eager to become a leader that’s deeper gotta move meter by meter
To become a teacher that preaches to the weaker and the meeker
Transform into
they gon tell you for if you don't already know
huh nigga that's all on you to be on top of yearn
But by the time they finish fuckin you, bitch you
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all the people that lived above the buildings that I
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
But by the time you hear it I hope it switch
I guess I ought to go do some rapper shit, get a couple of tats and do my taxes late
Hoping y'all listen,
handicapped, and still we're told there are some bonds that can't be broke
Fraud, lies by terrified escapists
Glass can shield the rain
With my head
Maybe I should go off even though it's just the prologue
Maybe I should just kick back and pop another Zoloft
Already know I'm spittin' heat stay
a reason to keep it talkin'
You want to
You ain't built to squabble with us (uh-uh)
I come to your show with heat homes and run on your bus (yeah)
I
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
double M fees
We in every hood, nigga, government cheese
Yachts and Yacht Masters, Old Dirty Bastard
Floor seat for the Heat paper that I'm stackin'
Better
watch face crystal clear
The other chick will give me heat while I shampoo her hair
Head tilted back baby no more tears
You mumblin' and shit duke my
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
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