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and nice tits
But fuck you, with that, I'm high off of life shit
They tried to make me go to rehab, no
Tell my P.O. that I ain't trying let the weed bag
you could lay low, from your P.O., before you mashed out
Then you went the wrong route, that's why I threw my dick
in your girl's mouth
Get snuffed
fallin' victim
Time to play a game, see the police, watch me stick 'em
'Cause I ain't runnin' from a p-o-l-i-c-e
Any motherfuckin' t-i-m-e
They'll have
of endearment with my label
Want to pick out a day to smack wack niggas, I contact niggas
Like P.O.'s, you spit background lyrics, I rip Lee flows
Wipin'
on the front porch
At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
Where was I? Oh yes
Sippin
R-E-S-P-O-N-S-E
I go under and go down again and on and on....
Something is wrong, something is wrong
Something that was making me feel good is not
Something
And you still won't match up with the ruthless p.o.w.
'Cause eazy's doin it compton style
That's the city and you say you could get some
Yo it's eazy-er
keep living, get 'em
When I was dead broke used to always tell myself I'mma still be the shit
'Til my P.O she locked me up
I'mma do the time come home
Nigga just violated pissed dirty to his P.O.
On the real nigga scale one to ten you a zero
Damn, that a bad bitch you a Creole
On the West coast but
seasick oh shit
Chef creole, two seater
And my watch looking like it's all three P O
Two V's in the street blowing trees with hoes
And more weed for me,
nigga who bubble mo' than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus
Static, niggaz actin' all dramatic
I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair gettin' tatted
My P.O.
piss when I see P.O., yo
My phone number's 9-9-FUCK-YOU
My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks do, up to
No good, to make myself clear
Any girl ask
than Alka-Seltzer Cold Plus
Static, niggaz actin' all dramatic
I'd rather smoke cabbage, in the chair gettin' tatted
My P.O. tried to violate me for
to Phone Tap, me
Capi-tal D.O., yo
I keep a dirty piss when I see P.O., yo
My phone number's 9-9-FUCK-YOU
My crew swing like Bruce Lee num-chuks
on the front porch
At courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C
S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy
Then freeze.... (Get on down) hah, ha-hah
Where was I? Oh yes
Sippin
and she real slow,
And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O.
She's a disgrace to signs, she fuck it up for Leos,
Method Man (Tony Starks) the most
But get locked and I'm sluttin' lady C.O.'s
And we the only niggas you know, that fuck they P.O.'s
They push our files to the top, you still
we doin' the gavelin'
It's Reggie Noble on the scene
Call me Mr Green
I got my P.O. thinking that my system clean
Before I seen her, I gargle with
not apologize
This is for all of my peoples who understand and truly recognize
Some won't get it for that I won't apologize
[P.O.R.N.]
I'm so sick
lawn, while you watering
Pay the fine, audit him and shit on your lawn again
D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood
P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby
Jersey
me
Last album did two
I'm just tryin' do three
Fresh out the pot, yeah
The work was hard
Ride with the top down, so I'm closer to God
My P.O.
Sing another song, singing man
Sing another song, singing man
Sing a song for me
Sing a song for me
[P.O.R.N.]
Look, I'm so twisted, so, so
Now "Who's the Boss?" not Tony Danza
My force not green but the force is obscene
P.O. took a piss test it came out not clean
Brody with my man Miz-Moose
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