Lyrics:
the y2k
Doc gave you the millennium look
At how they feelin' us
I keep it rangin' from the bangin'
To the sangin' on these fools
Now I'm payin' deuce
[Bridge]
Slide in, slide out, that's how a real gangsta move
You can tell by the way I'm smooth (I'm smooth)
But at the same time actin a fool (actin
the system
Voice is smooth and recognizeable got ya lady smitten
Attention all rappers, I'm here to bring the pressure
They said it makes a diamond so let's
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
bars?
Maybe I should do some jazz improv on my guitar
Let's do a poll, a show of hands if you must
(If you must, ok, ok?)
Everyone for the bars say heyo
'Cause I dodged fake then got great, the fly's straight
If we ain't family or friends, then we don't vibrate
I'm that gun in ya'll face, none of ya
Who the fuck you think let why'all wild niggas in
Allowed you to put down ya guns, and raise ya pen
Ruler Zig-Zag-Zig, we don't fuck with no pig
We
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
of relief, I mean the zeros
The rest of the 100% was sent to do what I say
NWA and ATL and we don't play
The DOC is doing it, oh, so correctly
See, I broke
down
No fuckin around, homeboy ya get clowned like Krusty
Trust me, you shouldn't play.. and by the way
Chorus: Everlast + "Cheech and Chong" scratches
barking dogs don't bite
Demons I fight off, girl turn the lights off
Two puffs and you might cough, operate smooth never soft
Mask off, Mazel tov, sweet but
of chocolate off Mother Gaston
You say you're number one wicked selector
I say you punnany and I'll wet ya
Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger
of chocolate off Mother Gaston
You say you're number one wicked selector
I say you punnany and I'll wet ya
Keep the bull 'fore I pull this here trigger
let me hit that shit, sssss) [Coughs]
Man this shit so, shit
Yo, yo put that smoke out man, there go 5-0
[Master P]
Ooh, I'm with it
Smooth, if you
[Krayzie: x2]
People ask me how do you maintain
You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-you-G)
Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change
license so ppl they slide
Wanna man up so i gotta provide
Fuck ya opinions got god by my side
Yall dont believe me now look at my life
Now that i said that
High school days will really teach ya (Real shit)
How to be own yo man (Yeah)
But some don't understand
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Circle small can't let you
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
his cash in the top of his brilla
I mean his dime was tilt to the side
And when he walked on the turf it was swowl, I mean smooth
Striaght fool, got
And we're doin' this well kinda smooth
So what you're gonna do Dre, Kick it!
[Dre]
And so on
let tha shit flow on
Because I need somethin' ta go off
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
that I speak
Shhhh
Hear the coquis when I sleep, Yea
You can find me by the beach, Uh
Musubis two of each
I don't do the teriyaki
Maybe you not me
to act a
Fool cause I'm a hoe hitter
Willie D told me to let these hoes be hoes
Not sellin' out, now none of my homies are
Buyin' bitches no clothes
Can't
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