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old ass sing no more

You fuckin' punk pussy, you fucking faggot, sissy fuck
And by the way, a .380's a fuckin' sissy gun
If you're gonna shoot

Ooh this that new ey, wash down (This is the remix)
Let me put it down for town
I used to put them birds in and out of town

She said your new shit

gettin' cruel
I'm 'bout out of fuel
Yeah you's a punk
Let me out this funk
I been out a month
You're rendezvous
On the block
Yeah my shot gets hot
This

debut
I might prefer Sex Pistols to the more, real, early punk stuff by The Clash
But already here you can hear them moving away from their punk sound

times more to avoid overdraft
My body's getting ill but I was already daft
Can't heal my toothake during containment
Creditors are waiting for their

of it, i just can't take no more
It's easy to let the world get you down
Look around it seems that every towns got
The mindness of profound
The haves,

even still
The world may not wait up for you
But you know I always will
A world that seems to pass me by
What I didn't do
Where I didn't get to go
I long

Who Got Some Gangsta Shit?

Snoop Dogg

Murder Was the Case [Clean]

1994

in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by

englightened
Molly got the grudge happy
But still don't try to stunt at me
1P in my left pocket give you the wop
No blankie i'm growing a lot no more
Cold cuts

children
have imaginary friends
I called mine daddy"
There's more syllables in haiku than times I've talked to my father
I'm a damn good father, but a better

The sun came shining through
The time had come to let you go


The crazy daft things you’d do
The crossword clues you knew
You’re funny ways only now I

Mama, I'm in Love wit a Gangsta

Coolio

It Takes a Thief

1994

better stay away punk ass bitch, he ain't shit
I don't want to have to kill him
'Cause think about the times that we used to have
Don't make me reach

you want to fling rock
Well, I'll be cruising by, you'll never see a smoother guy
Niggas getting smoked just like the buddha tye
I'm rocking well like

the innocent get pistol-whipped by this pistol grip (punk)
Talkin' shit you drunk (what)
Think I won't fuck you up (punk)
We both deep, I ain't scared and I

Just not enough
But if I do
I still need more time
Need more time
And if I do
I need more time
I Need more time
Cause its not enough
Not enough
It

Raised by thugs, schooled by killers
I learned mathematics from big-time dealers
So now them busters love to
See a nigga falling cocked the Glock

Picture Me Rollin'

CPO

All Eyez on Me

1996

of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now

Picture Me Rollin' [Enhanced Stereo; Multimedia Track]

CPO

All Eyez on Me [DualDisc]

1996

Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me 
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed

what you people say
Care what you, care what you, care what you
Remix

Verse 1
Baby Blue:
What do we have here
S.A.S., Sway, Bigz, Pyrelli, and Sincere

A punk rock dream
Got Maximum Rocknroll at 14 and SLAP! magazine in the mail
Got peppered by hail  no skating today
Exit Oslo
I worked the stage

funds n won't get nothing from me
Can't take me for a dunce dummy
Know that I ain't daft
I stay focused on my craft
Give it time we'll see who's crashed

hoes
But papi only fuck in multiples
2 At time naw really thats four
Baby said she done but her friend want more
Give her what she want then i kick em

scrutiny
My flow dope that's heavyweight
You'll think I got some juice in me
Boy I'm geared up like machinery
I got more gas than most stars the solar system

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

It came from my wise, dear old dad
He said, "Sit down, punk, I want to talk to you
And don't say a word until I'm through
Now there's a time