Lyrics:
the plague was brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hangin' too
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black bayou
This that 180, CHO, waken baken, getting stoned
Honey Dutch, blueberry bong, everyday I'm rolling cones
House party hoes getting naked, wasted
(Intro)
Do you think it is by accident that everytime
a black leader appears on the horizon
with any kind of cleverness, or charisma he's cut
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
and the night
Stay by my side through the dark and the light
It doesn't matter to me if you black or you white
'Cause like Kendrick we will be alright in
(Wall
floors
Creaking like da ark, slow doors
Keep 'em from peeping or squeaking like a lark, wait!
You don't need an umbrella or a toothpaste
Untie your boot
know she see me
Everybody at the party sayin who the fuck is he
I'm the next one risin pay attention and you'll see
I got drugs I got cups I got bitches
as you walk by mi Amor
Yeah aye this that west coast
Do my dance baby I'm 2 stepping in my black locks
Got my Shades on me
Cause my eyes low
Imma busy man
In a black hole I see a launch pad
What you expect? Right next door they training for combat
Most of ya homies parents prolly been to Iraq
Considered
CD's on the floor
The damn cat from next door
Now I've been called back to the outpost
I go there by myself
I don't need nothing else
Nothing else
I've
on
Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
nothing but a gangster party
Power Verse
For the love of my culture
The gangstas
we live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto
In west coast
in
Take me to the moon babe
Take me to the moon babe
All I wanna do babe
Get right next to you babe
And hold you close
Hold you closer
Baby come ride
Look
Imagine an island where the party never ends
Where it's less about money and it's more about friends
Where the vibes can't done
It's less
you sign, Mr. Ghostface, package for a friend, here
Right by the X, my bad, here's a pen
[Method Man]
Gucci flip flops, I box my way to the kitchen
Never, by any means necessary better
Get up off your ass and get my money 'fore I stretch yah
Out in front your doorstep, when I brandish this .45th
You
do?) Feel on each other, and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another; let the party begin
[Chingy]
Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Don't invite me to
No party ion party darg
Don't gas me up put the lamb
Truck in sport and watch it fart
See I was really in the dark
Hustling with
Medina cold looking very hard
Next to the door came the yardman Scard
Into my crib to find the inchie at last
Kallie any crew with my boy Shabazz
Shake
Drinks, rhythms and cozy sway, flushed my worries far away
Woke up right next to a troll, I could feel her eyes roll
When heading for the door, after I
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash
With the Cracker Jacker
A true Loot Packer
Gettin' versatile when I smile toastin' to the funk
All punks put
Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash
With the Cracker Jacker
A true Loot Packer
Gettin' versatile when I smile toastin' to the funk
All punks put
me, or get snatched by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler
I'm in the house so check the way I flow
Niggaz say I'm fat,
you love how that black man swing?
We keep it real, tell Holyfield
He next in line
So get his heart problem checked
'fore he steps to mine
And Seldon, I
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