Lyrics:
Cartier rings that was iced out
A secretary named Lorraine that was quite hot
Told me to meet him at the studio 5 O'clock
Try'na get to the studio picked up
Album
Killing on the beat
Killing on the beat
Written By: Samuel Jose Garcia Cordero, Belvert
the ratchet 'cause that's what's up (damn)
I got a Wizard in DC that chef up O's
So I'm livin' like a King in Sacramento
When I'm out in Chicago I'm on some
dope
Met a bitch named Dave, hit her and split her like a loaf
Plug told me if I want to turn, then meet him by the coast
Always make a play so you can
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
him is to swim
And flipper didn't hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
I miss the days that O' and Market Hole had scowl on his arm?
And I set
crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children,
trans settas hyphy started in the o
the hole bay go stupid im from the vallejo
and u could put this in the hiphop bible
keep this sneaks hyphy
verse
That's when they fall cause they met my balls
Right after I played ball
No wash-up, no nothin'. hear what I say y'all?
O.k. y'all. ask aj y'all
I'll turn
fear of what people
Take
Working all year just to be o
K
Just to be oh
Just to be oh
Just to be ok
Why behave just to be a slave
To an idea that we ain't
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
I'm ridin, Crestsidin' through the fog
I'm a double are hog, doin' dirt with my dogs
Crest gorilla makin' scrilla, boy I gets G's
Put more holes in
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
smoked them phat
While we rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole trying to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With
rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
to flame
Taught us their history
Was their biggest mistake
Molded by their hate
Mayflower majesty and government blankets
Soaking up each page
We'll use
just put me to the test
Imma leave da hole in your back bigger than the one in your chest
Arab like please no vacuum at night
Imma vacuum this shit twice
I was 18 years old just a research volunteer;
I walked home from the TCBY each night with no fear.
One particular starry 11 o'clock
I went down by
to come at me though
In ‘94 mama's water broke
I moonwalked out the cooch then slid in your mama's hole
I'm such a problem though (Hc)
Many have tried, they
your nasal hole (aah)
You break 'em down to grams baby
We bake 'em whole (aah)
You ain't a OG, you're the first to G-O
Speed off in a Geo and duck like
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