Lyrics:
Saturday night Voodoo Loungin it
'Cause P & L club's got boo boo sounds in it
All twenty comin with the crew who's down to hit
Til the break of dawn wit
'bout to take your ass to school, nigga
Show you how to move, nigga, we live by no rules, nigga
Ohh, uh, one to the two, yuh
Million dollars on me
keys 25 to life
Takin' in by the crew time to standed on my own two (c'mon n****)
But as I marinated thinkin' about the hood
I really can't remember
or will I forever be surrounded
By people who lose they s**t cause they so small minded
They ain't tryna do better
I look em in they eyes, and can tell they
a limousine with a chauffeur
Phone bill about two G's flat
No need to worry, my accountant handles that
And my whole crew is loungin'
Celebratin' every day,
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
In the beginning it started with a feeling
It started with knowing who I'm exposing
To strangers outside I will not confide
l just want to live life,
they tell me who
Ooh-woo, diamonds peek-a-boo
Ooh-woo, I done for the crew
Ooh-woo, I done did the robbin'
I done did the jackin', now I'm full
ain't saying that's group sex, but maybe your crew's next
We leave em with bruised necks, Hugh Heff, who's next?
[Hook: Naomi Asia]
I don't know where
He said that he predicted his own death
Let us never forget it or should we ever live to regret it
Like the day John F Kennedy was assassinated in
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
check it)
And if you don't know, now you know (uh, come on)
You know very well (yeah)
Who you are (money, hoes and clothes)
Don't let 'em hold you
hear me announce
And integrate just like Cauchy
I'm mousy and bouncy
And pouncing on lousy
Lil' grouchies who're drowsy
And they wanna renounce me
you tell me "here we go!"
Can you try to guess who provide the show?
The Vibe for sho, so don't front no mo'
My live's guaranteed, put the price so low
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day
please nigga
Here we go - Just Blaze!
To all my niggas on the porch gettin they hair braided
Cornrowed by a L.A. bitch
And I can't forget, my niggas ridin
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
Little devils don't go to heaven!
Your crew do not clap heat
Hold tight in back seats
And dropped off on back streets
Leave you to crack fiends
I really fuck with gang chiefs
Two
one
I rhyme about what I want to, microphone 1-2
You're doin' like lesser than a bomb do
T-H-E M-C O-F R-A-P T-O L-double O-K
A-T I-N T-H-E
them cbs camera crews
Third eye woke y’all gone keep on hitting f****** snooze
L’s followed by them M’s
Watch how them commas move
Intervals for those
interests are, who you be with
Things to make you smile, what numbers to dial
You gon' be here for a while, I'm gon' go call my crew
You go call your crew
We
no sleep
I’ve been feeling myself though I’m damaged and weak
But I still stay up cause who finna be me
Yea I’ve been
F****** smoking drinking
a thunderstorm
We change the weather
2G's
Name a crew who realer
2G's go crazy in da kitchen
Stomp through like Godzilla
Dutch filled up with killa
Got that
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