Lyrics:
call her Dee Dee Dexter's laboratory, so many bitches that ask for the D, that I split em up in different categories, I gotta bitch love the ride, so
debt
Moving sloppy like a spoon tryna scoop out the lead
Snoozing zombies angered by the fools till death
Might take a tool to bed might never move
Having sushi down in Nobu
Strapped like an Afghan soldier
Nowhere to go to so it's bang
No survivors, only riders on my rider
Murder rate rises,
a homie in Pomona
Shout out Dru
In West Covina
In and out the mix
Hard to coexist
These niggas faker than they wrist
Product of the trench
Lot of y'all
Got a homie in Pomona
Shout out Dru
In West Covina
In and out the mix
Hard to coexist
These niggas faker than they wrist
Product of the trench
Lot
You make me wanna creep like I'm TLC
Rain down on you like SWV
Sleeping in my bed but we not Dru Hill
Something like Aaliyah how I'm one in a million
Feelin so righteous
No pills my mind is
On the hill like cypress
I'm a lob throw to Ross tho
Pablo Picasso
Ross know that boss flow
Shop ho no Costco
to kick you on your God damned chin
I'll frappe you in your head with bottle of Heinekein
La
Mister Wise
[Lauryn Hill]
OK, ha
My
ain't running out of luck
Lately I don't give a fuck
In the hills we live it up
I don't know what to do so I double up my cup
Man that shit is not enough
paz! i'm like
THE LORD's RESURRECTION!
It's all ending! so bring the
God when i step in!
You're forced to fight
When I'm scorching the mic
My source
VINNIE PAZ! I'm LIKE
THE LORD's RESURRECTION!
It's all ending! so bring the
God when i step in!
You're forced to fight
When I'm scorching the mic
My
to get revenge on a punk
Pop the trunk, grab the pump and pull the trigger my nigga!
From the jump kept fuckin' up, talkin' that same shit!
So I
to hate
ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great
nowadays they got a ????
I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
mean you my pa'tner in crime
Like that check this out let's let 'em know summin'
You know niggas should've been plugged up
From L.A.
Hevey Dee
Masters of ceremony KRS-1,
Lauryn Hill, the whole era of The Fugees by nigga Big Pun
Me and Jeru up in the fever with the Don Cartergena
Man,
disguise
I prophesize a hustler's destiny often lies
Within his product and his game so he can floss and rise
With caution I avoid confusion, goon's in my
diggity No dought
Sleepin in my bed so wie Dru Hill
This How We Do it doin it
I got 5 on it, Luniz du bist, crazy und loco
Sag mir wie du es willst - Kci
jersey
I need a lot of mercy—I did a lot of splurging
I need a lot of faith
I’m 5 seconds from going dark on my friends
5 steps like Dru Hill how it starts
the springtime, love
While they made a bed in that lonely wood
On the hills of Newfoundland, my love
On the hills of Newfoundland
Oh, uncle dear, what have
A man's known by the friends that he keeps,
But I gotta drop wasteman so I got more reach,
It's kinda classistso I'm bustin' out my bowtie,
At least
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
mothafuckers think you flossin'' tonight
Gimme that, matta'' fact toss me ya ice
But still, my clique is too ill
And y'all, ya more bitch than Dru Hill
But
S*** could’ve been so simple some problems they ain’t so fixable
Up, up, away
Know you got a plug in East LA
N**** been rolling off them hills
No control
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