Lyrics:
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Nobody, no one does it better
Look out the window and drank and chill out we get high
It's 1a.m and the crowd is still live
Relax to the groove by
the court room, my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
of weapons when sexin'
Keep your two cents and suggestions (swerve)
Too lit with a nigga watch what i do with it
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by
than streets do
It's whatever you need boo
It's whatever you need boo
I just play to win I say
I don't play none by the book
I just made a way for cake
1's, gimme two pair ugh
I'm from the Lou' and what I do is a Lou' thang
One rapper, two rings and three chains
Me and Murph' some ole country boys
lungs are damaged
Chain with the dangle
I do bad all by myself
1 of me. And 2 of you that's a threesome, spread them legs.
Chain gang first down free
closely followed
By delusions of grandeur." (--Karen Horney)
I think about all the pube I got
While reading the Rubaiyat
And make babies in bunny slippers
goin' on (someone speaks in background) about, but 'e didn', but 'e didn' deserve it. All 'e's tryin' t'do is relay a message from me to you, right? N' 'e
chicken on rye?
So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
Cut his fucking
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals)
Ike willis (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Ray white (rhythm guitar, vocals)
Bob harris (boy soprano, trumpet)
Steve vai
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
And this ain't got nothing to do with a scale
Or being g-, little f-, but by the way
Thoughts are getting darker by the day
I'm a combination of Skylar
No coming back, lil' bitch, no, he can't do it better
I rocked out with my Glock, make sure we ate together
You gave my dawg some brain , you had
designer
He put this fire in me my head bob back and forth like a recliner
You think I was a climber the way I climb higher
Time goes by I design up some
Interlude 5 lyrics: Lauryn Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0
You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. y'all givin'
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
Now everybody do the Bart (do the Bart, y'all)
2 Live, bring it on back, that's how you move
Bring
I just bought a new watch
And it don't tick tock
You can that I'm rich by the way I smell (Off that bon' bon')
Coccy coot bought this bitch new
blew that, see he brought two back
Drunk up a pint of lean, ain't sleepin', now who can do that?
She dippin' all that molly, steady askin' where the food
Death Row Eastside Party
[2Pac]
Nigga you young! {Echoes}
[Nate Dogg]
No one does it better! {Echoes}
[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside
the fuck he's goin' on about, but he didn't really deserve it.All he's trying to do is relay a message from me to you, right? And he went the wrong way about
Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers
Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now!
Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get
that floats, grabbing the livelines of their ships made of sope
If you start feeling blue, consult the Pigeons they will know what to do
Old Bob, he is
Feeling like Calvin when he got that job
Like bad girl Riri when she got that bob
Like the first black girl in the white school
Like the first rap
The only way to find this dusty track
Is to let me be your guide
When the dusty track ends the homestead begins
With two enormous gum trees standing side by
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