Lyrics:
any better than me
Go check the 'Gram, 'cause I got
Thousands of albums been sold
Thousands of dollars been made
Thousands of people love, bought
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
right
They hear bow and run off and hide
They've got shit corn, hashtag don't ride
And if it weren't done by the mandem
It probably got done by
the ones like me it's an short supply of
While we got the time let's be us before the time's up
I'm becoming more of an icon, like the one you got to keep
sports or anything really i
Felt neglected by my family
Growing up as well i've had
Many ideas that always felt
Superior compared to others, I
Knew that my
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
in thin air, there go Game, nigga where?
Posted on the block in them black Airs
In that all black Phantom, hug the block like a bear
Yeah, that V12 is
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
ooze it
I only doubted myself due to knowing
That most of you did
Still it's all love, dawg
I don't hold grudges
I taught myself love, dawg
I don't owe
She said
Went on a boat going down by the river
Plenty more supplies
Seen a lot of planes going up in the air
Do you ever get the feeling
That
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
guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass away
The national guard, they scared to hunt me
I love beef, I got you hoes duckin' me
A drug thief, bitch I'll take your marijuana
These slugs with keep your ass
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
samples and high notes
Art of War
By any means
Bunch Of niggas dressed in Supply coats
Always giving love out first
Can't avoid it
I come off cursed
Steak
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
das neue Album?“-Fragen
Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht?
Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht
Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon
the 50 cent cocoa
Ice, ice, me baby
Cause the Black Sheep Dres be up on the scene
Let the top down, turn up the sound
Got my hands in the air
Cause my
You can lead me to the private world
I need your love
Just supply me with the fuel
I can live by your private rule
I need your love
Ooh ooh, baby
One
Y'all saw me at Kanye's third album with my cap no cap
Keep going video really happened ain't just rap
Barz just like that
When my family saw me
Kończąc ten kawałek album zaczynam
Ruszyła szansy machina
Blant by się przydał
Normalnie nie czekam aż skończę nagrywać
W sumie nie ma znaczenia bo jestem
Digital Album
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Compact Disc with 2 panel insert. All artwork by Fleeting Joys.
Also includes immediate download
ain't fucking drunk
See all I do is drink
And smoke a lot of bud
But if we pop some E
Then we gonn fall in love
There's something in the air
On this
all I do is drink
And smoke a lot of bud
But if we pop some E
Then we gonn fall in love
There's something in the air
On this Arizona night
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