Lyrics:
to our Mom
Unless she humiliated you, by your lack of success
Humiliated you, on every phone call
That's why I didn't call her but every two weeks
Yet you
as a big fat lie
You act like you had no responsibilities
Cause if you did it's a bet that you wouldn't be
Stealin', beggin', hustlin' and schemin'
You
40K, now she act different (let's go)
And her ass different, look, my cash different
I'm gettin' money on purpose, you got it by accident (that's
I'm a blow the strap
Big homies kno I been thru it, lil homies kno me for the raps
Blow it by the ELBOW, fuckin wit me HELL NO, got stripes SHELL TOES
Cuba
Got em jumpin Disciples to the Hoover
I'm coming "Straight Outta Compton" with a loose cannon
Smoke big green, call it Bruce Banner
Watch your
to clubs, I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return
to clubs, I never chase a bitch (bitch)
I'm here to bang that gangsta shit to the apocalypse
We call it stress, some of y'all call it chocolate
Return
help me from me now
Don't even act like you know
My enemies getting too close (too close)
I got to keep my third eye open, I pop a perc you know I'm
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
mind, just just
Just get me a blunt man, just fire it up man
Man...
[Big V]
Now fire up the weed, 'cause one day I'm gon' pro'ly burn
The Ten
Todd, a big fan"
I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end?
Can't pump my
fourteen
No gold ropes, no diamond rings
But look at me now, ten years later
Ask any MC if I rap greater
See I'm known in Fresno, even the big O
From
name's Todd, a big fan"
I wiped my ass with it, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and
Told him, "Todd, you're the shit" when's all of this crap
collars off, while ridin' off
Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher
ignorance, that its starting' to show
So keep watching' your shows
Let em' show you how to act
How to dress how to think of the things I believe keep holding
of the black gang, ROC, man
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask, air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's beard's stickin' out
Y'all don't want no witness shit, we
they stayin act hard
That's even tho' yo' CEO talk shit get slapped hard
The backyard is where we get our scrap on
The black car drive by then you get
boys flop.
Like it or not I'm the game and
I'm showin' up, keke got dat oil and we pourin' up,
Hit the club wit captain jack
And big Steve
Still the container won't cloud my mind with these false tales
Future couldn't write me a book about these third worlds
Motherfuckers better see that
Black Cadillac, on vogues
Sittin' back thinkin'
Thing ain't the same no mo' we want Biggie
Big up to the east-coast Brooklyn don
Heads still bouncin'
Haters keep on talking but never really see them do it
Fuck out my face and up off my dick
You only baiting cause you want a couple hits
Act hard till I
they asking for, act like They ain't heard bang before, really need to catch me when I'm on the road
Rappin' way better than I did in 07', listen
reebok sportin'
Expedition corner spender
Big fine woman bender, put the weight in the blender
Got big bags by rillas,
Shiesty like a splinter,
status and
Not getting any better
You act like some dumb fucks
Act up and we'll all let the gun bust
Might catch you my dick like a nunchuck (Woo)
Every
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