Lyrics:
back, I'm at peace at night
No more cops, no more Rodney King's
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means
AIDS don't exist, plus my
Birmingham, 1974, there occurred a bloody murder
Twenty-one people killed by bombs, Britain reeled in horror
Within three hours the British State
and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
[Snoop Dogg]
Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the Golden
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
This song right here,
Is dedicated to the president of the United States of America
Y'all might know him as George Bush
But where I'm from,
quickly, yo, the god study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month,
how you can't
Fold when you trying (Oh)
Strive for triumph
Survive by any means necessary even
If it means dying (Dying)
Fuck the world, missionary
cookin' cocaine gettin' hard off (hard off)
Twenty five and a sawed off (boom)
Eight dimes for the eighty ho plus four in the back
Baby a quarter pound
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
December I was shaken by a pregnancy scare
From someone that I'd been with for only one night
Many states away, who I hadn't planned to keep knowing
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin' on twenties wearin' nice clothes
but ain't nuttin' like pimpin' hoes, and ridin' Vogues
I live a good life,
He stood at the pulpit for 20 something years
Never let a Sunday sermon pass him by
But in a hotel room in Lincoln, he failed to follow his own
four
That's OAP land
Sixty four and sixty four makes a hundred and twenty eight
A hundred and twenty eight divided by three
let me pause for reflection
only 20 and ballin higher than a rookie
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now He
fake demeanor
If freedom means for all
Then why these private prison systems looking like a cotton yard
Someone's getting paid by the state to make
Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks,
Run up my money by flipping them packs
I put my whole city on my back,
Even when my own family turned they
Yung Trxp a menace I really get stacks,
Run up my money by flipping them packs
I put my whole city on my back,
Even when my own family turned they
Peanut butter sandwiches
Pop a pill and deal with shit
Up three days sleep one night
You don't work as hard as this
Ramen got me by, now I'm in
10-20-71, the day I come out
Two days later, I'm runnin' my mouth
Mom's put a bottle to my grill
I look her in the face and I say chill
So she puts
sects
Taking tons of you now follow by, twenty-one ciphers
But we don't, cause we frozen, posin, at thirty-two degrees
That's no way for
of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
but ain't nuttin like pimpin
weight in the cooter, ten plates to soup ya
One twos we oughta cruise right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin' Cristal, start thinkin' 'bout Al
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one, and another one
And another one, 24-karats,
prayer
Take away your language
Cut off all your hair
Sacrifice the loved ones
Who always stood by me
Stranded in the wasteland
Set my spirit free
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