Lyrics:
when I see you
If she bad and she going tell her EI4 need you
Big Mac'n where I'm from we gave the game to the people
40 hit the street and showed us how
nyugodj békében Mac Dre.
Oakland, Vallejo, Frisco, eltűnik a távolban
és érzem ahogy elveszek a Los Angeles-i átokban.
Ahogy összefogtak az Avaloni
noodles to eat when cuz was like brotha and sista and we watch I got the hook up we was tryna find us a hook up then hopped right in the streets it was Dre
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
to wake you up
This shit's sponsored by Utica Coffee
Tell the truth, I'm doing my laundry
Tell some lies and you'll be sorry
Half of ya'll ain't heard me
to my nigga dre 10 million and counting
Who me
The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it
M3
Enoughs enough
You
I've been one, my album listen
I know a couple of these cats come with bad intentions
I had to turn to James, keep a rocket and to harden
Don't play
you before Eve
Ruff riding through the streets in sync with swiss beatz
Two albums in a year making that swiss cheese
I hope you owed your masters you
a choke hold hoe, I smack you with the Mac-one-one
My raps are double-action, run the track from the back end
Don't have me bust your lip or have my glock
the fiberglass
I classify your last album
As weakass cyber trash
I've amassed so many bodies I
Keep bags by the bags
Right or wrong I'm willing to live
Or die by
their (Mic) Mikes Jacked, call it "this is it" (Michael Jackson's Last Album)
I spit the "INTro" softly, so real fans can listen in
Clubs get their
dropped a album in two years and I'm still on tv
I gotta swag so retarded like hoa
The girls like boosie fuck me harder,
Bitch! hoa
Nigga say they
it back
Whack niggas like Jamsport, holdin' me back
And I don't care if you're friends with Jay
Or Dre, or Kay Slay, you're still garbage
Learn
an album funky like Dre
But I'm everyday, thinking about my rent and my phone bill
And my light bill, and my water bill, and I can't spill and my people peel
and its beautiful
Sweet lies defeat lives
Sour Tears are cried, as the fucking years go by
Let the beat energize
In the streets we scream the songs to make
to speak, I've been winning on the street
I've been feeling like a Wednesday, surrounded by the week
This strong alone continue, fi di justice weh we seek
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
we sendin' out
A world wide decree to the streets
It's time to start snatchin'
These DJs by they bra straps
All these fake frauds, wanna be disc
Jocks
never get rich surrounded by broke customers
You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots
Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I
the sleeves, don't make a nigga reach
Coke look bleach, pots and forks by the sink
Busted duct tape, that shit stink (shit stink, nigga)
Same night off for
hear this type of thing all the time
I’m the exception to the rule, I don’t argue with fools
8 bars in I’m just warming it up
Kris Kross style mac daddy
all
And by the model of my vehicle
You know that I ball
E92, but '91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash
I'm owing wheels like I'm a Vaughn
hell
Those rap videos taught me that we still had a chance to make it
2Pac, Biggie Smalls and Mac Dre on every playlist
School was a distraction from
My friends turn haters they putting curse on the fame
Spit in my dre shit and I spit I’m ah little wayne
And all I’m trying to do is just feed on my
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