Lyrics:
it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if
Just usin' your name I took those L's
Hung 'em on your head and rocked your bells
Now, here we go, blow for blow, let's throw
Rhyme for rhyme, yours
, rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
Bob your head, rag top
C'mon, bob your head, rag top
One, two, one, two, three, let's go
Don't pull
Bitch wanna act like she know
I rather not let it show
Things like that don't phase me baby I've been on the road
I've been wasting time on hoes
Just let it breathe
I tell myself let it go
Still tell myself let it breathe
I don't have time for no probelms
Got 99 like my name is Jay-Z
I give
bread with.." -> Pete Rock
"Homeskillet"
[Homeskillet]
From the beginnin, head-spinnin hip-hop
The never-endin, don't stop
be -boy religion. I'll
music"
Won't you quit that shit you be talkin, its big spit
Later for them suckas they tardy they ain't hit
Disobeying ???? from you ??? don't let her see
in the gutter
Got out that jam now it's foreigns with the seats peanut butter
Bitch, it's BYLUG for life, never crossin' my brothers
(Let's go
just because you know
I got it it's because of me that
We're eating right up in this bitch don't
Stretch it by asking for a lawyer
And shit" That's
higher than the izm
I'm on a exodus, Escapism
Yo, check it out
I like to rhyme, no time for silly head games
Strictly known for busting up your head
see it
We know hate when we see it
We know fake when we see it
We know hate when we see it
My double cup is so dirty
And the clip hold a thirty
I don't
The next hour, the world is yours
Let's do it it's live? Already?
Cool, uh huh we're back on Westwood, bitch
Huh
Freestyle king, I'ma do my thing
Married
it do? You can call me Dogg
Let me just check your sheet
No problem, sir, let me just say
I'm a big fan of the shit that y'all make
I can't lie, I been
neighborhood can smell it every time I drive by
Yeah I'm hot but, this is why I'm fly
I can smoke myself stupid, the girls still wanna ride
I'll let you drive,
it
And, little self-esteem
So keep the faith
Don't let nobody turn you 'round
You gotta know when it's good to go
To get your dreams up off
shakes his head
Everyone laughs)
By the way
I don’t know the days of the week i
Just go to exactly when my appointment is
We’d just look at each other
that I'm showing ya
I feel like a hard working salary reduction
My critics don't think I go through post production
I chase the snare, race it with my
& get with it & go (let me get em, let me get em, let me get em)
I need my time n**** I need my cash
Cause you lose both when you sit on your a**
I need
Cruising dogs in that Monte Carlo
Cruising 12 pull up on the other side
Cruising I'm a continue to ride
Cruising go ahead let em drive by
Riding slow baby
You broke as hell with your head down pick your face up
Designer shoes don't go no shoelace
Still cost me eight sum
Cost me eight sum
Eight sum
They
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game
First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
(Let's run it, let's run it, let's run it)
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muhfucker
Had to throw everybody
bad when it's all bad til it go away
I can't really find out til we find out let it flow away
You got good intentions or do you i don't know a way
Out
with you, watch this in a world
I wanna be with you 'Cause you need someone
Someone like me
(Lets do it, killing that shit) , girl
To stand with by your
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