Lyrics:
you wit' me?
(Yeah)
L.B.C., N.Y.C., D.P.G., Heavy D
All up in yo' frame, Pretty Tone type game, now listen
I know this sunny who be lifty off
real ass nigga from the east bay
?w-e-l-l-t-e-p-are-o-o-f?
For the niggas who kid yourself by losin' your fuckin' death
Bloaw! bloaw!
Cap, we do it
many places but it's not the same though
L-I-L R-O-B, S-A-N D-I-E-G-O
[Chorus]
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N D-I-E-G-O, E-G-O
San Diego
S-A-N
Days of Thunder
It's Road Rage, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!)
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow
and shockin' and rockin', go house
Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats)
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats)
Pow Wow (Crowd repeats)
G-L-O-B-E
to be famous
Naughty by nature
Stay on Q-tips
In this tribe called quest
Ducking dese hatas in CR vests
I cannot stop and you know that shit
Catch me
I'm bout to G.O. til I O.D. you feel me??
UGHHH!!
Welcome to Cincinnati
We wear our stripes like the Bengals
X's on all our backs
The whole city be
to judge
Them say go law school so you fit be judge
2000 till date mehn I still dey ball
10 toes on my feet say na me and God
Hear me, hear me
E be things
Spoken Intro
Let’s learn our ABCs
Let’s go!
Chorus
A-B-C-D-E-F-G
H-I-J-K-LMNOP
Q-R-S
T-U-V
W and X
Y and Z
Now I know my ABCs
Next time won’t you
Boys, we gon' be about it
[ Dionne Jackson ]
Are you looking for that place to go
Where the true players kick game for sho'
All you need to do is
dice and act like you roll (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, act like you know (brrt, whoa)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Uh
It's live-O
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
MC's
The W-Y-C-L-E-F, Wyclef
Through any contest
I'm victorious
Still keep it real, if you will and manifest
Through your skills, not by how many
They wore R-E-D B-L-Double O-D
Norties
My nephews and niece
Taught me all the tricks from nollies and fakies
Showed me all rappers from Spice to Woodie
likkle fishes back up off my name (Ayy, ayy)
I ain't gotta be a rapper with a chain
Cah the rules are kinda different when you're baddin' up the game
(click-clack) (click-clack)
Finna pop one at yo head nigga (click-clack)
Talking all that shit (click-clack) L.O.B. for life nigga (click-clack)
1804 gang hell
shake your body
Even when things are rough
Just keep moving
Oya, count all your blessings name them one by one
Can't you see all the good things that
beats so
(L.O.D. about to take it to the streets)
Roy Jay go the wickedest mystic magestic flow
From a homicidal clique, Yo E make that psycopathic
am what I am what I am what I am
L is for LOVE, baby
O is for ONLY you that I do
V is for loving VIRTUALLY everything that you are
E is for loving
can't fuck with me
V E L O R E X
Fudders talk big on the internet
When we pull up to their house they ain't into it
Take your life savings put it into
and rest your fears, O and die with me
All would be the same had you never came
None are left aware, were you ever there?
C O N S C I O U S N E S S
Standing
E-mail is cool
But romance lives in a letter
Batteries are fine, but I'm
Energized all the time
You and m-e spells l-o-v-e to me
[Chorus: x2]
your side it ain't all good,
I suggest you hide
Chorus: 1X
Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-be-K
Where niggaz load they straps
be a man, hope you understand
There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand
On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend
A real live
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