1.L.A. Times
When Them Niggas Start Shooting as When I'm Shots＊
Get Boring, you Only Got one Shot To Hit The Floor And
Just Take This One Shot is a Warning
Cause Tomorrow Could Be A Wake Like Good Morning
Back on the block like I never left, it's Friday
Hi Ms. Parker, I've been cooking, I'm a forever chef
And The？ IS a Legendary
I Put Niggas Careers the End Early Like February
Then I come back March And,
Hit you with 8 Showers, them Shots
Kill Niggas Like？
Cause No Body Care About The Nigga That Ain't There
Then Miss You until They Kiss You need You Going in The Ground
When Magazine eating You, teach You
Similar to the way the Shit Do
This lose Angeles Time Niggas Get Your Issue
See Me What You Do？
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
Fuck Ya'll,
Poll up on Em 20 Inch wherever's and Get My Block
Get To Watching cause Avery time I Hit My Block
They Think I'm Flossing
Careven makes My Block Look Like
Cause My Block Is My Blocks mr.foachin
5 huned On The Skills You Gone Waited
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove
And Sold？
Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up
Looked This Shit
A lot films on my block but it's not enough
Champagne pourin when criiss style Bottles bust
For a millionaires and biilionnairs money to the sell in here
Patron got you gone trough pull in the air
I been trough a lot of shit when I'm still here
Even fuck magic Jonson bitch need I'm still here
Shit I'm legend no wheel here
But if you kill my dog I put You in the wheel chair
See Me What You Do？
And set My heart Of Love
Now I Want You To Know
And remind Me, yeah yeah Oh Ohh
Of L.A Time
Such Your Haters
Always Hatin On
You Gone Hatin On me
You know Them Haters
Always Hatin
Why You Hatin？ On Me
Niggas know I sell my rocks every morning
7 o'clock me need my rocks was out the door and
Goin up in my projects was a project
But me need my project bitch got them pass flip
No patience so I had to ride sick
Ride dirty on the T.I Tip
Three well motion always make the ride Tip
It's all eyes on me and my bitch
Even L.A cops was on my shit
Thank god that my rocks was on my bitch
Now it's time to flip the page on you niggas
I blue up like a grenade on you niggas
I went got paid on you niggas
I'm Bollin MJ on you niggas
I'm a star drop a shit every day on you niggas
Fuck page on you niggas
2.Purp ＆ Patron
Light is gonna go down!
It's about to go down!
You're so beautiful, beautiful
And this is why I do it for,
Can't tell we're smoking cause of the teen,
Purp light it up,
Patron fill it in,
And we gonna let this mother fucker spin.
Gotta see the mood, I'll make you love till you cry.
stopping,
What you're dropping？
Presidential on my presence nigger,.. the worst suit,
Cause every time we hit your block, you nigger don't hate me!
You bitches stop calling me!
Cause life is like the smoking, it ain't when you're in the
streets.
Oh, we're gonna take it, damn!
This is celebration for the gangstas, but I'll be goddess!
Purp light it up,
Patron fill it in,
And we gonna let this mother fucker spin.
Tequila got me feeling, I got my ass in the zone.
Waiting for me to get in this,.. call at least two more,
And my niggers fresh is coming, nigger roll a bottle,
Hate them all you want, but you still gotta fill them,
Purp light it up,
Patron fill it in,
And we gonna let this mother fucker spin.
All in my system! (3x)
3.Soo Woo
Pardon my gang affil＊
But you're stepping on a rod in the danger field
Weezy Baby, how do the Manger feel？
Respect my aim because I aim to kill
Hahaha, Old bitch ass nigga,
Abercrombie and Fitch ass nigga,
I talk rich shit because I'm a rich ass nigga,
I hope you in the zone because I pitch fast nigga,
Ha, I smoke something bitch,
My money comes faster than the roadrunner bitch
I keep it on the side just in case you might wonder
Tech 9 Four 5 just in case you like numbers
Haha, bitch nigga we might jump ya
2 Step all in yo face, we might Unk ya
Hahaha, bandana on the right side
East side until I die
You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo
Young Money
And that's perfect cause perfect is to me
What's perfect as Hallie or a jab from Ali
So capitalise the P cause perfect is Godly
Black Wall Street, the perfect family, The Cosby
All I need is a perfect bitch
How's B, I passed the baton on Solange
I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect
PIRU
Hello Brooklyn I can't see, cause if I did I would SNOOP DOGG
Cut it in half and you will see that this Philadelphia piece on
my head
Like a low Ceaser, wear it to the hood and get me street cred
like Four Visa's
niggas fucking with Weezy, I will slow leak em
Hang em from a telephone pole like my old sneakers
Red bandana for no reason
Put Weezy on and the NO bleedin', yeah
You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo
Can't stop the red bandana, even if you put me in a cage full of
orangurtan's
I'll show you how bangers bang
Four five cocked back, move the crowd like Dana Dane
Switch plates, paint the Range
Leave so much blood on the wall look like the fucking painters
came
Dead wrong ain't it man
I told niggas I ain't a Game
All black gold chain, looking like the saint is playin'
He sold a milli, I'm vanilli
So it ain't a thing to make it rain in a hundred dollar bills
We throwing paper planes
Riding through the N.O.
Red Marc Jacob frames
We disappear like David Blaine
And pop up at the Lakers game
They playing the seeds with Paul ？ in the B's
That make the ref affiliated, everytime he hit a three
Ken Griffy lost all his fans, taking off his red top
Bloods in New York like Manhattan took a head shot
I'm one blood, he's the Carter with the dread locks
My whole team run base, we the fucking Red Sox.
You better change like it's Mardi Gras,
And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw
See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana
And he's from Compton, baby, bandana
We carry them caskets, we tote them hammers
Su to the Woop, yeah, that's our grammar
Lemme hear you say Su Woo
Su Woo, Su Woo
4.Taylor Made
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang＊
That's my nigga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
So throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor
made
I wake up in the morning to Red Converse
Dre Beats on, listening to Bomb first
You got a hangover nigga, mine's worse
Haze got me kicking knowledge like a Nas verse
Shit be complicated like out of towners
trying to understand why we say waddup Blood
but we not related
That's how Compton made it,
so don't run around yelling Soo Woo without a Chuck Taylor
confirmation
On that documentary shit I shocked the nation
Muhammad Ali shit like I boxed in Vegas
When it come to beef shit, nigga I'm the greatest
I knew I was next the night they shot Pac in Vegas
I ain't a killer but don't push me
I see a bitch looking, I'mma end up in her pussy
See ya later, fuck haters, cause bitch we Taylors
Bitch we major
Let me introduce you to the Taylor gang
That's my nigga Wiz and I'm Chuck Taylor mayne
We both known in our hoods like Chuck Taylors mayne
We get high, fuck hoes, and roll paper planes
Cause we Taylor made, we the Taylor gang
Blowing smoke into the face of those haters mane
We all stars in the hood like Chuck Taylors mane
Sso throw it up and keep repping the Taylor gang, if you Taylor
made
Probably heard I'm the tightest
And I heard that you never smoked so I rolled it, you light it
And I heard that you liked it
And I welcome you to my world you've been cordially invited
Now I got the whole world excited
Know every word when they heard that I write it
Know I can fuck every girl cause my jewelry the brightest, and
my herb is the lightest
Some niggas mad I made it, blame it all on perfect timing
I say I made it big cause I stuck to the cursive writing
These niggas rather be a has-been then not be famous at all
I learned you ain't really gotta be famous to ball
I'm hustling hard, and turning bitches to custumers soon as they
get in front of us,
Bad hoes after the shows rushing up
Baby them niggas clowns talk down but they look up to us
May look the same but I'm nothing like them suckas
So fuck what them niggas sayin' and keep reppin' the gang
5.Childrens Story
Uncle chucky＊
Will you read us a bedtime story please huh please
Alright
You kids get to bed ill get the story book
Heeeeereeeee weeee go
Slam the impala door and want do ya see
Some niggas hangin on the fence lookin at me
I had phat red laces in my addidas
Big chain around my neck like mardi grass
So I stepped up to them (？) far from here
One nigga lifts his shirt then yells out 'yeah'
So I turned around quickly and jumped in my car
I was about to hit the switch then I thought like 'nahh'
So I reached under my seat, and I grabbed my shit
It was a chrome four five with the kung fu grip
Stuffed it inside my dickies as I jumped out the car
Kept my hand on the trigger as I walked to the star
One nigga walks in, then here comes two
'what did you do'
I shot!
Are you crazy fool？
One nigga hit the ground then the other two scrammed
Now the cops are outside
Well ill be damned
It was 7：15 on my rolex watch
And I cant do the time that my rolex got
And like the hands on the clock, I went this way, thatta way
Ran around the corner, and that's when I threw my gat away
And impala passes, its my homeboy clyde
He gave me the hand signal, so I jumped in his ride
It was a clean six fo, orignal inside
With no key in the ignition
Whered you get this clyde？
Nevermind, I'm out, its a stolen whip
And I'm already runnin from the cops and shit
So I hopped out the car like the dukes of hazard
Then clyde yells out 'you stupid bastard'
So I'm runnin though traffic and I almost get hit
I lost one of my shoes, its my airforce, shit
I'm haulin down the street with one shoe on
Walked straight into some niggas with all blue on
I only ran 30 blocks, how I end up in long beach
Cause in california the gangs in arms reach
He seen my red strings so he punched and caught me
So I knocked his ass out and took his boy out his barklys
I ain't seen these since 92'
I'm feelin like a bad boy without the shiny suit
Here the cops come, shit, so I hide behind a honda
(？)
In the car kissin (？)
Little did he know he was suckin my dick
I start bangin on the window, I don't mean to disturb
But chris can you drop me off downtown, on third
He said sure, waddup game hop in
He was bangin slick rick then I got an idea
Before we get to third drop me off right here
So I can walk inside the mall and cop some new gear
As I walked into the store they could see I was in a rush
So they bought me some jeans, a t shirt and fresh chucks
Walked out the store, looked left, oh no
Ran back in the store, here comes the 5-0
So I ran real quick, made a move to the back
And knocked a cute bitch into a polo rack
Said sorry, jumped over her and fled to the back door
Then I kicked the shit open, you wont believe who I saw
Its chris in handcuffs, pointin at me
And the cops made him chase me before they let him free
One cop tried to grab me, and the other one missed
I got away with more time, and they both got pissed
Ran straight out the mall, spotted this blue coupe
'dogg pound' on the plates, that's gotta be snoop
So I ran up the car and said yo snoop
The cops got me on the run need a ride (？)
Hell yeah bigg snoop, little homie hop in
He dropped me off in compton, that's when my story ends
Now this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
This another story about the wrong path
I had a big day, so I reclined my seat
It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T
Walked straight up to my house, pulled out my key
Its my girl playin (？)
6.Purp ＆ Yellow
Yeah ah ha＊
You know what it is
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Yeah ah ha, you know what it is
Everything I do, I do it big
Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin
When I pull out the lot, that's stuntin
I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow
Swish! 24, that's black mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the golden state
In a yellow six deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll
Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn bout the big 3
LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat
And you can bet, that's on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
I'm on the flo' and that's a fact
Sittin' next to uncle Jack blazin' up the purple sack
Louie Vuitton don
Purple 24's, yellow Lambo I'm ridin'
Top blew the guts doors goin' suicide
Stuff in the wood, niggas know we gon kill that
Blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin' with Phil at
Ten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whips
Them Cutlass's them Cadillacs's that leather be grippin' them
wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you ain't know that
Pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that
Nigga better know that, boy they playin'
Sawed off shotty
What they sayin'？ nothin to a boss
I put two hoes in that LeCar
I come through fuckin niggas off
Hop in that truck and get lost
You playin' wit a king not Gretzky
Even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski
Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin 80's cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
Blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz
Ridin' down Rosecrans, Compton, California
turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow
take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles
But I'm an angel though, and your girls a pigeon
its money over everything, girl you know the vision
never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade
brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is fuckin boring
I'm at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy you's a mark
my white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
7.Cali Boys
Lyricist：Jayceon Taylor, Joseph Tom
This is my home, feel me
Y'all must think it's all chips and championships in L.A.
I got niggaz from San Diego all the way to the Bay
E-40, Dre, Tash, Ras Kass, Quik, Cube, Kurupt and Daz
Big Snoop, Xzibit, Nate Dogg, and Ren
Too Short, B-Legit, The Click and Mack 10
Big Solo, Kam, CJ Mack and WC
Jayo Felony, Suge Knight, The Outlawz and Warren G
Knoc'Turnal, Bad Azz, Goldie Loc and Tray Dee
Short Khop, Big Face, MC Eiht and Shock G
Ant Banks, Richie Rich, Eastwood and Suga Free
Bigga Figga, B-Real, Cypress Hill and Ice-T
Rick Rock, C-Bo, Battlecat and Crooked I
Yukmouth, Sean T, Kokane and Big Wy
San Quan, Second II None and Soopafly
King T, Rappin 4-Tay and All From The I
Dru Down, E-Swift, Baco and Technique
Mac Mall, Dazi Bitch, Shaq and D.O.C.
Chico and Coolwadda, Tyrese and KD
Mailman, RBX, Shade Sheist, and Wy V
C and W, Chill, Hittman and Hi-C
DJ Yella, I Flow, The Ganders and Double D
Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., The Farock, AMG
Ra Ra, H.O.P. and Butch Cassidy
All my fallen soldiers rest in peace
Along wit 2Pac, Mausberg and Eazy-E
Essays, Bloods, Crips and all the thugs
And all my killa cali niggaz stay given it up uh
Yeah, if I left you out man holla at me
My bad it's all love
8.How We Do (Remix)
Lyricist：Russell Deyo, Michael Elizondo, Duane Hughes, Curtis Jackson,
Vaughan Carrington Mason, Jayceon Taylor, Andre Young
DJ Steve
Aw yeah, let's take a trip
Just sit back and light a spliff
With this and don't slip
On a funky dope track, jump back
Strapped with the fat Buddha sac
And a '78 lac
Oh clean, gangsta lean
I got green, bud, I serve dubs
Like it ain't no thang
I hang with OG
Playas don't set trip
Or you might get
What we call a rat pack
I don't slack when it come to streets
I get real G funk to a gangsta beat
It's so sweet when you got money to spend
I got a proper big tilt 'n a fly big Benz
I make ends
Spend my dough, oh no fo
That's how it is and that's how it go
Act like you know when I creep real slow
Givin' love to the playas that I know is real
Ever since a nigga was a seed
Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary
Still ballin', ridin on these niggaz 'cause they lame
In a '61 Chevy, still heavy in this game
Can you feel me？
Blame it on my momma, I'm a thug nigga
Up before the sun rise, quicker than the drug dealers
Tell me if it's on, nigga then we first to bomb
Bust on these bitch, made niggaz hit 'em up
Westside
Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga
Finger on the trigger, Lord, forgive me if I smoke niggaz
I love my females strapped, love fuckin' from the back
I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at ridin'
Passed by while these niggaz wonder why
I got shot and didn't die, let 'em see who's next to try
Did I cry？ Hell nah, nigga tear shed
For all my homies in the pen
Many peers dead, niggaz still ballin'
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool
While we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it
So show us some love
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool
While we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobody do it like we do it
So show us some love
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two murdered on the front page
Shot to death, bullets to the head
Niggaz holla out my name
And i'ts similar to rain
Mothafuckas know I'm comin'
So they runnin' to they graves
Watch, swoop down
With my nigga from the pound
Don't give a fuck
Would you coward niggaz now blast？
Keep pumpin'
Ain't worried bout nuttin'
Busters thought we was frontin'
So reload and keep dumpin'
Dump on fools with a quickness
And they got no cure for this sickness
I get payed for the way that I kick this
Like a G'sta, an OG'sta
(A whos dat？)
A real playa named Eazy
And I live my life straight crazy
Don't need no punk fools payin' me
And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze me
I take two steps back and release myself
To put platinum and gold on a record shelf
I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up is
Before you do a record, partna, handle the bizness
And don't get caught slippin' on the under
Or you might wonda whats up on them ends G
I call a spade, a spade and get payed
G showed the way so I give love to 'em
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64
White walls so clean, looks like I'm ridin' on blobs
Hit one switch, mayne, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it girl
Your now rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
(Ah)
50 uh, Bentley uh
'Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic gun, fuck 'em one on one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt ya done
Homie, its Game time
Ready？ Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk
It took two months but Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit, had niggas like 'Huh'
Don't try to front, I'll leave yo ass slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk
Get your fucking head lumped
Fifty got a gun
Ready, here he come
Gotta sick vendetta to get this chedda
Wit' my Beretta, the dramasetta
Sip Amaretto
My flow sounds betta than average
On tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-Unit)
9.R.I.P. Story
I gotta sing you rap niggas a song before I put you to bed＊
So close your eyes just one last time as I put you sleep
Nigga rest in peace, you don't want no beef,
Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
Rest in peace, you don't want no beef,
Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
As I hit corners in that Lamborghini swervin'
Them doors fly up, look like I'm riding in a bird
So sick, put the 22's a inch from the curb.
Watch the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my true religion denim,
Cause guns my true religion,
And my Desert Eagle's in 'em.
Then I pull out;
Like I should have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage
anyway,
Oh well, back to my story.
I start shootin' up the block
They shootin' up block, 'Oh shit! It's the cops!'
No is not, (woohoohoohoo)
It's just the ambulance, put another clip in and let the hammer
dance.
I swear to God, these niggas runnin' so fuckin' fast that,
One nigga tripped so I shot him in the ass.
'Why you make me do that？'
I'm usually a cool cat, like Kool Herc, Kool G, or any other
cool nigga that rap.
But I ain't come to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the
death for my hip-hop friends.
I know, I know you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant to
drive the car,
They never handed you the steel
Apologize now. I know when you see him you will,
But I got one question：
'Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're going
now？'
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going home now, bye.
My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not built to last
Especially when you chasin' motherfuckers up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a couple fences, ran through some backyards,
And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm heading back to my car.
As I walked around the corner, I was like,
'Damn! Los Angeles PD's behind my Lam - Bo.'
Runnin' my plates, before I can hit the gate,
I can hear the cops yelling out, 'Wait!'
So I turn around, approach my shit,
He said： 'Aren't you the guy that used to sing with 50 Cent？'
'Why, yes I am.'
That was my reply,
'My daughter loves your songs, good day.'
'Good bye!'
10.Dead
This for my nigga C-Murder, locked away＊
This for the nigga conscious that took Pac away
This For The Niggas screaming On Me But Not Today
This for the niggas thinking' I was all Dr. Dre
This For The Magasin Writers words with a Lot Say
Come To My Hood It enough Good We Cocking Spray
Keep It Gully Like we are For Rock AWAY
Trick Gangsta Rap Like A hood
Come through the hood with a model chick that I got from 'Ye
And Rose Phantom Limitage Just a Block Away
So Let the Beat Not While you bob your head,
I switch cars Jump in the C.L., Smoother than Pete Rock
Air Max 95, flow classic like reboc
Members O1 try Lay Me Down like Shirak
R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas
Don't Don't End Up dead
Nigga Don't Don't up Dead
One thing about me,
Always keep it real with myself
Like Nas, I'm Ill Will with myself
And I can feel the pain of Ms. Wallace
I wish Chris was here, so he could see C.J. blow
Like the paint on this Impala
Tell Afeni to holla if she need another son that rap
Pac's revenge And I got a gun that clap like Dr. Dre snares
Blow chronic like Dr. Dre cares
I been there, done that Dr. Dre shares all his bitches and his
liquor
He ain't call me for Detox, but that's my nigga
Remember Who Brought Em Back To Compton
And 23 year Old Me was a fuckin Monsters
Still Niggas Say I Ain't Hood what Fuck They Taking Bout
Like I want Kiss My Son on the Head nd Chuck em out
What up 50？ Let's talk it out
But until we talk it out
Don't Don't End Up dead
Nigga Don't Don't up Dead
I remember when my older brother wanted to be Rakim
Now I'm livin' his dream, cause somebody shot him
And left me like Eric B. without Rakim
Still payed them for like B.B.S stock Rims
Now I Got California locked In
Dip in this Beamer, Same model, different year they shot Pac in
So whats The Top 10 If You Dead
Who Drop This Lamborghini If I'm In the feds
To Times Feeling spelling my Nights Up In The Bed
But I'm From Compton so When I'm Out Its Infrared
Get My Son ready For School nd I kiss His Heads
So When You See My Face In The Mirror
If i End Up Dead Bed
Never War Bullet Proof Vest and No Got Bullet Proof Car
You Know Me Westside Triple O.G
And I'ma tell you like the homie Snoop Dogg told me
Don't Don't End Up dead
Nigga Don't Don't up Dead
11.Ferrari Lifestyle
Ferrari Lifestyle＊
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
I know, I know, I now, I know
Yo, I'm such a sight to see I turn a hater to a tourist
The way I order Rose, I turn a waiter to a flourist
Ferrari Lifestyle, that mean I'm living fast
On the road to riches you don't slow down
You give it gas
25 is what they couldn't see us living past
We was broke just once
Someone give us cash
Obama on the wrist, presidential Rollie
Beverly Hills coppin', I ain't Axel Foley
I'm just a young nigga moving like a Californian
Word to proposition 19 in California
I go from 0-60, a couple seconds
She go from sober to tipsy and gettin' naked
Me and Game the '010 Crockett and Tubbs
Trey said he gon' meet us on the block of the club
You heard Jerome, but instead of a Benzo
Get rid of your Friends-oh to ride in this Enzo
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
Ferrari Lifestyle
Tell the haters I'm sorry
I'm passing them on the rise
What can they say now
I know, I know, I now, I know
12.The Kill
I'm going in for the kill＊
I'm doing it for a thrill
Oh I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a minute
Won't you put that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it
Before you do that drive by, listen for a second
Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon
If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X
Instead of counting body bags, my nigga should be counting
checks
Don't be a follower nigga, be a leader
And if that mean's I'll lose you on Twitter than so be it
Had a daughter yesterday, see my baby momma bleeding
Remind me of Keyshia getting shot down while she was feeding
Her baby in the projects, I'm supposed to be proud of Compton
I'm just glad me, Damare and Brandon made it outta Compton
I put on for my city like Jeezy say
Iron out my red rag just for Free Weezy day
And since they did ？ like Emmett Till
Crack the Patron seal
I can take you back to '03 when ain't nobody know me
My game was regional like the ？ Marion, Kobe
Teach me how to Dougie, come here little man, show me
Clutching on his momma leg, remind me of the old me
Ain't trippin' off no old beefs, ain't grinding on my old
streets
I'm in the hills smoking on cigars like an old G
Cooley high coochie, Levi's no fleece
Space jam Jordan's killin' 'em without the cold sheets
Rappers say they trappers and these trappers think they rappers
Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards
Shout out to my reall niggas, Birdman, Styles P
Kiss my nigga Sigel, know them Philly niggas wild b
Snoop you insane cuz, Bun you a trill one
Nas, we forever since you helped me get a deal son
And my nigga Fab, write his verses like a wheel
He walked out the booth, it's my turn
If I ain't never told you nothing, I think you might wanna
listen
Leaving Aftermath and G-Unit was never my decision
But I'm back now, when we recorded Back Down
Once friends, now foes, both our phones tapped now
50 was my nigga, but life was funny like that
Eminem played the bandage and Dre was the ice-pack
So I unwrapped the guards, but my scars never healed
Sometimes stars align and some stars never will
Like Ross and Jeezy both y'all my niggas, y'all should chill
Instead of beefin', lets remember how baby blue got killed
How Wolf got shot down, how Meech got locked up
When niggas start beefin' you should give them some Ciroc Puff
And pour me a shot, my own brother want me dead
Worse than that, my nigga Young Buck got raided by the Fed's
So Timbaland, Cool n Dre Just Blaze and Pharrell
Next track I get nigga...
13.Dedicated
Dedicated to all my niggas up North＊
Dedicated to the dirty South of course
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East
Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts ...
This from us to you and all of them
don't get gas my nigga watch your rims
I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon..
Me？ I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick.
Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen..
White maranella with the burgundy in it.
Tinted？
For real.
Now watch how we spin it.
River side drive in about 5 minutes
4 5 2..
Achoo..
Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you.
Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top..
Polo 7-5-8s with socks.
Am I high？
Fa sho
How we count dough？
We count commas..
Yall niggas count 0's
Come to VIP nigga we can count hos...
Don't forget the candy pan sittin on vouges.
Plus I got banana clips under my clothes..
This is redicated to niggas that flips O's.
Ayo come to Garcon..
Y saunt lauran
You ever seen the hard bottoms on a long vauze？
The bullets make a nigga hit the bottom real hard..
You ever seen the spikes on the new Lou Vuittons
Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard
Red Air Max with the fuckin Go-Karts
When you already did it, what the fuck is go hard？
Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge.
Wit yo broad,
Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin
We on Rodeo somewhere swipin.
You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin
Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin
This shit criminal we should be indicted..
Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin
Like Paquiao fightin.
This shit is exciting
Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays..
Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades.
Four shades..
Four seasons..
Six-Fours..
More reasons..
More money..
Whore season.
Are you listenin mah？
Your cheesin.
We at the Staples on the floor, whole season..
Its the pink slip club, nigga no leasin.
Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin...
Brush em off like my moncler fleece son
You know I'm gang affiliated, don't get naughty.
We could call henchmen..
Or we could call shorty.
Or we could call Hector..
Or we could call Jorge.
Papi owe me favors..
I know he wont ignore me.
Everybody loco niggas gotta show me..
Tell ya girl there's a fire in my pants..
Blow me.
14.Favorite DJ Remix
Who's in charge？ I'm asking y'all＊
Somebody better answer before I blast at y'all
Live life just as fast as y'all
But you little niggas know that my cash is tall
New York like Stoudemire
You think your hot, well I'm on fire
The money wash up and I'm tryna dry it
If a new car drops, then I'm tryna buy it
Cam front, kinda tired
Had a bitch last night, left her in the higher
At the party, music loud
Then we Clinton Spark 'em
Damn right, let my niggas chalk 'em
All my dogs bite, we gon do the barking
And the money speak loud, we gon do the talking
And what you do with the bread
U went to the ghetto and tell 'em Su Woo bred
And I'm sorry to say, lift the back now home boy the 'rari today
Such a horrible day
Married to the game, I don't need no bouqeut
Just a new whip and it got her to pay
So I tell 'em touche
Go nigga, Go
Rozay mo'
Just got started, tell 'em ten mo'
With a bitch on my side with some hips like woah
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ
Lights is flashing, cameras filming
Soon as we walked up in the building
Bopers fainting, haters kneeling
I smell like money, look like a trillionaire
And I really don't care how you feeling
Big-faced hundred dollar bills I'm peeling
Bottles stacked up to the ceiling
And I just can't explain the feeling
Fellas, put your grands up
Ladies, put your hands up
We sipping Jimmy Neutron, player, and I can barely stand up
R.I.P. to the Pimp, you know I rep for UGK
Get 4 million with Clinton Sparks, your favorite DJ
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Tonight I'm gonna be your favorite DJ
Hit 'em with the punchline, hit 'em with the bass
Blowing that orange kush all in my face
Glock on my hip, nigga, murder was the case
Any nigga want drama, boy, I hit 'em with the 'K
Nigga act cool, nigga, hit 'em with a J
Swim in that pool, Pat and Ryan all day
Nigga need work, I got birds in the safe
Ski mask in the cut hand, keys to the Maybach
Where you lay at, bitch, I scope I never miss where I spray at
Underground King, nigga, UGK that
You should try crack all night, all day that
Tell me where the weight at
ZipLock baggies all in the trunk
Going through the zone blowing that purple stunk
It's the critics, get it？
Dope boy business, Dope boy flashy
Chains on my neck, elbows still ashy
Hood nigga for real
Ask my nigga Pharrell
Turning my fingers on, the boy is the raw deal
Chicks all dimes, the motto is cash peels
Each one of them off down in Louis Vuitton heels
Tell 'em muthafuckas that the legend is real
Sleep next to a dime that I wake up to a meal
House on the hills
Where Hurricane lay his head at
Anywhere in the U.S., that's where I get my bread at
Nigga play the 9 by my waist, where the lead at？
Anywhere that I shoot, same spot nigga dig that？
Yellow take nigga
Clinton Sparks on the California quake nigga
When the light on, quick to kill a fake nigga
Cash Money in my pocket like the Drake nigga (nigga)
Lemme see you hit the floor (c'mon)
I know that your with it
Till ya body sore
Girl you know you can get it
I'm gonna play for you tonight like it's your birthday
Tonight I'm gonna be you're favorite DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
Say Go, Go, Say Go DJ
15.Supastar
16.Can A Drummer Get Some
Can a drummer get some＊
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)
Boom, guess who stepped in the room
Dressed in black diamonds like a fucking monsoon
Back from the dead but they never found my killer
So I jumped up out this rave like Michael Jackson in thriller
Iller than most emcee's cause I be killin' 'em
Most emcee's turn into ghost emcee's
Yeah, give a drummer some
If 32 seville when that all black Hummer run
Face off, Nicholas Cage with a gauge
I'm famous for killin' rappers, my style, grenade
Cook shit like Rae, the chef Raekwon
The beats are filet mignon without the A1.
Who walk like a pitbull, You？ who bitch please
I ate your favourite rapper's heart out with a 16
Didn't hit the switch on something with fiends
Make money with Ruff Ryders, homie, that's Swizz Cheese!
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)
Bang, guess who checked in the game
Smoke in the air like LeBron James
Running this shit like he run game
Pull out my dick and just pee on flames
She on Wayne, but she ain't what I be on
I'm Leon, I pee on you pee-on's for eon's
I'm in my prime like Deion
I'm a shine like neon
I'm a Lion like Leon
But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of
I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off
Yeah, Travis on the Drums
Travis on the beat
Wayne got the smoke and Game got the heat
Weezy F I'm an F'ing star
Haha, get it？ I'm an FN star
Ha, and it's the Rock you bastards
If I'm the rockstar, will rock you bastards
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)
King James round my neck, haters wish it was a noose
Long Maybach and I wish it was a coupe
Kush out the jar, car smellin' like duke
Quarter milli on the seat, yeah I know I'm a goof
Designer underwear she knows I'm a goose
Got the wide body I'm a fat motherfucker
In Swahili I'm screaming 'stack motherfucker'
Ya homie won't stop until I decide to
Until then I'm making rollie's for the homies to ride to
Smokes on the folds, folks wanna know
Bitch I'm a boss, best foots on the blow
Keep the hat pulled over, Big P on the front
Travis on the drums, big weed on the blunt
Being Savage where I'm from, Girls manage from the jump
Don't trap me like a punk, Travis handing me the pumps, so...
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a drummer get some
Can a, can a drummer get
Can a, can a drummer get
Can, can a drummer get
(Can a drummer get some)
17.History
Doug E Fresh：(talking)
Someone say
who that cat
runnin' through that
ask how he do that
easy.
(beat boxing)
who that cat
runnin' throught that
ask how he do that easy.
(beat boxing)
Yo whats up yall' this is Doug E. Fresh, and I got my boy Big
Daddy Kane, and KRS-One is in here
yeah]
Game：
Razor sharp
my flow is like a crip and blood fightin' in the park, come to
Compton swim with the sharks.
I know the real kings of New York,
that make me five borough
thorough pass me the torch.
A young Kane
I'm insane my membrane has the capacity to jack rappers and take
chains,
a lot of fake KRS' a lot of fake Game's,
I'ma cash in on you n＊＊＊＊s and make change.
Little ass dogs I'm a Great Dane
product of hip hop like spray paint on a freight train
and while you n＊＊＊＊s tried to make Kane,
I made Kane
while Kane playin' on that little tape thang,
I got my first boom box in 85'
carrying that heavy mothe f＊＊＊＊r I was maybe 5,
or maybe 6,
so what I'm tryin' to tell you
is I've been fucking with hip-hop since the 80's bitch.
Chorus：
KRS-One spits like...
Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaa
and you know that kane spit like...
and that's the reason game spit like...
KRS-One spits like...
Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaa
and you know that kane spit like...
and that's the reason game spit like...
KRS-One：
Rappers don't like when KRS on tour
cause when I rhyme they wrist don't glist no more
all you see is that dark ___？
and these rappers promoting all this rape and war
I'm ignorant when I'm on tour
they say I'm down to irk？ cause I put rappers brains on the
floor
you heard that song chicken noodle soup
thats what you head gon' look like in the back of your coupe
like some one threw up in your rear view
after you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear you
notice the style of music you loose it
I'll scald your face like them cats in Houston
you know it's funny how you love to talk
but still stuck in the hood I rose above New York
I be in the Bronx eating pounds of kush？
your like a fag in front of the pussy beating around the bush.
Chorus
Big Daddy Kane：
Hey yo
You ain't got no other choice but to like it or love it
when you see me with the game it's nothing like Michael Douglass
the black costa knowsta？
He who got the mosta
the toxic flows and yall' lames is not supposed ta
I spit it clearly
my styles the shitterary？
when I write about cats it's called obituaries
I never fuck with lame so don't bring that n＊＊＊a near me
I'm universal
your deafest jam is a subsidiary
One question playa who want see
there really somethin' real spit it two blunt leaf
I locked down the East and opened new country
and ran through the West when it was mostly 2-1-3 (chhhhh)
look om？ I took one to Brook non？
I look calm but I gotta enough hoods to start a crook farm？
the guard？ is in the buildin and yes problems
when yall find chicks all I do is test drive em'
Chorus：
Doug E. Fresh： (talking)
Uh, now let em tell yall' something
see this whole thing came together in a special way, ya know
what I mean
A very very special way
You just got the legends man, together
and you just created...a whole nother' level
because on the real...game straight up talk...from an MC
perspective B
You are definitely...official, a legend and respected because
you come from the heart
and that's what a real MC do
no matter what
and this was all just one night in the studio man jus hanging
out
that's what we did
thats what happened
and you know
(beat boxing)
this is real man
(beat boxing)
this is all day
(beat boxing)
this is hip hop
(beat boxing)
til the very last drop uh
and let me tell ya' the last thing, imma' tell ya'
it's about original creation, from the heart
see an MC
knows without
ever
tryin' to be somebody else
just do you thing
and it will always work out
(beat boxing)
do that easy
(beat boxing)
all right game that's it man
18.The Ocean
(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the
sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere
Do you know where to find me, right under that palm tree island)
I'm goin', goin'
Take a flight like a motherfuckin' Boeing
Aftermath, and faggot like you ain't knowin'
We stack Bentleys, drive fast cars
And fuck with multiple minages
Livin' the largest, nigga we heartless
How could you blame us？
Crooked cops, they frame us
They mad cause I'm more famous than Amos, right？
Taking cookies from these rookies could be dangerous, right？
Salute your motherfucking city of them Angels, right!
That entertain the life, that ain't the life that we livin'
Most of my niggas is better off in prison
Wishin', missing
They fuckin' kids, man, they fuckin' wife, man
The double meaning only caught up with that white man
Turn off the lights, man, put up the lights, man
Let 'em know we still got it for the right price, man
And you could disappear for the right price, man
This the left culture, best know everybody get lost just...
(Tryna' find the ocean) It's over here
(Tryna' find the ocean) Yeah, it's to the left
(Tryna' find the ocean) Cause we ain't hard to find, follow the
sunshine
(Fuckin' everywhere)
Where the beaches？ Where the bitches？
You know, right here, so come on in
Well, I'm gone man
They out of Goose, get Patron then
Can't sell it, move it by the zone and
The money talk, only conversate with grown men
The paper real basic, like the birds that get flown in
California hotties, like furniture in my lobby
Where I'm from, don't you know？ Nigga, drinkin' ain't a hobby
I'm bi-coastal, nigga don't make me go postal
You know I keep the Glock 9 comfy in my holster
I'm supposed to ride roasters
Sip bottles on Louis coasters
Feed bitch niggas to the vultures
What, you mad cause I'm back with the doc？
Money, alongside the yacht
Diamonds inside of my watch, ballin'
We all live playin' poker with this rap shit
Game time chips on the table, you know how I get
Hundred thousand Benz
Million dollar checks
Lookin' on my city, kinda hard when you standin' through the
clouds and...
Whenever you touchdown in Cali, be prepared
Cause niggas there, might put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
Put your life on the line
If you wonderin' where I be
You know where to find me
I'll be right by that ocean
Don't get it twisted
It's the fuckin' pacific
Come and see, I be right by that ocean
From comin' to follow that order
Understood？ We comin' from the water
From comin' to follow that order
Understood？ We comin' from the water
(？)
(Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean
Tryna' find the ocean)
19.Bad Intentions
Bad intentions nigga＊
Fucking with the wrong one
Call Dre tell that nigga I'm on one
Aftermath nigga we blaze cuban cigars
Drive foreign cars into the stars
Fuck bitches at our leisure
Stuff dick inside they throat til they have seizures
Hoes down, B's up
Roll the trees up, Smokey Robinson
Start trippin, I like his jewelry, then I'm robbin son
Fuck a platinum plaque nigga hood with it
Bouncin that impala down the shore like what's good with it？
I'm a made man, I wear J's and
I been around more rocks than a fuckin cave man
I done sold it and bagged it
I done drove it and crashed it
Fucked my credit up smashin the Ashton
FYI nigga I got a magnum,
Only time I been punked was by Ashton Kutcher
I'm a motherfuckin butcher
Leave me around anything white and I'm a cook it
I be all up in the kitchin
No need for an apron, playboy
I'm a professional, I'm cakin playboy
The last real D-boy up in this rap shit
Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits？ cash
？ Fuckin with the bomb squad
Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god
Church, Higher power
Impala sittin clean like it took 5 showers
Nigga I'm the G.A.M.E. so don't you tempt me
Your chest'll be full and my clip will be empty
I'm simply one of the most raw niggas in this shit
Why you think that I got in this shit？
Paid for my momma house, bout 700k
Can't stop smokin but I'm down to a blunt a day
Yay, I mean yayo
On the block sun up sun down like where the day go？
We come through chargin nigga like San Diego
Seventeen chargers, couple of em same color but the shit is ok
though
Cause all my niggas on the payroll get caught slippin, get a
halo
And I ain't talking bout the x-box
Niggas let the tech knock
Welcome to the real life, black ops
Where it's still fuck the police, white and black cop
And we ain't killin Jonny, no
Nigga give em an ass shot
Put him on injured reserve
Tie my number twelves up and then I give him the bird, word
That's how I get down, all you rap niggas floppin
Who talkin shit now？ only Drake and Yay worth coppin
I take a hiatus, spend a little time gamblin in Vegas
Come back to back runnin faster than five Lakers
So mother fuck a hater and his family
About to finish the R.E.D. album up in Miami
Lebron can't stand me, cause I got this purp in my cup
24s on the truck, Laker game nigga what？
Ballin, Jim Jones voice probably with the Byrd Gang
See the chrome boy？ and my mother fuckin home boys
But I'm from Cali not to be confused with Khaled
He say that we the best but I'm the best that's valid
And before you try to say that that's a diss,
I was up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch
Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch
That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey
The wife be at home with the kid's
Look at them and see how a motherfucker live
24 cars, 5 and a half cribs, I was spending money like goin
broke was the shit, shit.
20.Khaki Suit
And I'm talking about the oldest one, and if I had to choose
between them
She's the coldest one, one Gucci, one Louie, one Christian
Walk in Jimmy shoes and she dance like Stacey,
Fuck the window shop, she wanna try that thing
I don't' try to be with in a thousand feet upper,
She like my kaki suit, ahe like my kaki suit, yeah yeah
Love true religious, but can't fit the ass in,
A size 2 so what we're going do is take it the Beyonce's stylist
Man if I took your girl you can have your cat back,
I don't' try to be within a thousand feet upper,
She like my kaki suit, she like my kaki suit, yeah, yeah, yeah.
21.Ashed To Ashes
I got a house on my face, custom made glasses＊
My wrecken sales could never reflect my respect
Money bags back and forth how carry it on
As I'm now to my crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the
inside
Nobody cares what I feel like, no
Carry on and my glasses, toast to competition
Ashed to ashes
See the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models
Making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather
How you know yo all？ Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road
Like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow
Champaign in my glass feeling like a boss
me
These rap niggers speak urkle, survival of the fittest,
Swimming in the dog seat world in my living room come and feed
the sharks
York
Ain't nowhere to park
That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valee, head the
game, watch it burn
You disrespect my hood I fuck around and shoot you
You got the well running round throwing up bees
Niggers saying su wu like they're fucking chinese
to fucking interstate
See the lambos out front, tell me we fucking models
Making lane for the niggers that have never seen the leather
How you know yo all？ Baby mama driving Benzes
Louis Vuiton house shoes somewhere on the road
Like a snitch nigger body, let this motherfucker flow.
22.Soft Rhodes
Keep my black contact in a trillion, trillion＊
Just 'cause we break up don't mean it's over,
I call you come in closer,
I'm a give it every time I want it, give it every time I want
it.
Quick, quick deep dicker,
Smoke what you look back at me take a picture,
She moan in, I barely feel, but I'm in
I keep on coming back, she know I can do it right,
Don't wait up when I'm at is where I be
And when I'm be is where I'm at,
And all the conversations are pissing me off,
And we can have a conversation cause she yell when she talk,
See, I do it smooth man, and I'll be like move man,
I ain't in the move man, damn.
Just 'cause we break up don't mean it's over,
I call you come in closer,
I'm a give it every time I want it, give it every time I want
it.
Don't act how is just ex win,
I'll introduce you, rearrange your future, but that's just me,
Your friends envy, but that they just wanna be, you,
Blue drive back on the street, back on my feet,
Stay with em, play with em, take my trucks in a day with em,
know how I get,
about my closet.
And pretend we're not married, to my husband and your wife,
Bring it, brings it love and one get it,
Maybe you and me (maybe you and me), like we used to be, (like
we used to be)
And every you and me (every you and me), livin' (livin') our
memory, (baby).
Maybe you and me (maybe you and me), like we used to be, (like
we used to be)
And every you and me (every you and me), livin' (livin') our
memory, (baby).
Yeah yeah yeah, uhh, yea yeah yeah, ahh.
23.I Just Want To Fuck
You wanna get down＊
I get down right
If I met Beyonce today I'd tell her I love her
And maybe we can play... under my curtains
The dream I had about you last night
I am telling you now
Lights off so we can have the destiny child
... Jay-Z who's got the best of you now
One night stand one night into town
One call to make sure you're home that's how I get down
patrol down
know
Living the good life
I just wanna fuck (repeats)
She ain't never been shit
New was not now talking shit
All I did was fuck her
She's mad of all these celebrities...
Nothing but a gangster posted in the...
I know you post it when you see us
Fly real high higher as we wanna be
I got Justin Simpson call me...
Fly white bitches but I am gonna be...
Tell my nigger game only...
So we can get that cheese
We got bitches that can make it happen over seas
I could fly... sexy Rihanna
Kind of look like Rihanna
I just wanna fuck (repeats)
It's 2 o'clock in the morning
And I am mowing
One hand on the wheel
The other hand get her pussy
I want it the way she's screaming
Walk or dreaming
... this is wheel one
Before I get you home
Baby you will come
... explosive before she notice
I'm gonna get you under hypnoses
Get you open while I make love to your mouth
24.My Bitch
Lyricist：Dwayne Carter, Jayceon Taylor
Let me tell you a story about this bitch I know
Grew up on the south side sucking dicks for dough
Give her a half a dollar, she'll put on a show
Do anything to be in a Dr. Dre video
The bitch went Hollywood, one trip to the west coast
She got fucked by this white bitch, had her legs wide open
As long as my pockets were fat
I didn't give a fuck where the bitch was at
My pretty young bitch keep my nuts drained
But all the time she was plotting on my aftermath chain
Bitch couldn't stay in here lane
Started running with this hoe from the south
Gold grill in her mouth, she put her on the track
Gave her, her first thong introduced her
To her two girlfriends from back home
Fucked the industry, tryna take the fast route
Ran into a gangster and he turned they ass out
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And I'm a always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
I can always fuck my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
From the projects hustled all day
Niggas called her Sophie from around the way
Used to play hard to get, so they thought she was gay
Booshie bitch who ever thought she was raised in BK
Moved out the hood, changed her name to Jay
Told everybody she'll be working with a mill one day
I was introduced to her back in '96
She had a wavy haircut and some big ass lips
At first she was hard to hit, come to find out
The last 10 years she been sucking Big dick
Got a family now, a house made of bricks
Four grown ass kids and ain't none of them shit
She still my bitch so I stayed around
But she always tryna dash when other dame's around
She tryna play The Game, but I got the bitch number
She said she won't, but she'll be back next summer
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And I'm a always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
I can always fuck my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
Last but not least my gangsta bitch
From Compton always in and out of jail and shit
Bitch tried to burn Snoop, stole chronic from doc
Blew the whole west coast, even tried to fuck Pac
Type of bitch to stand on Beverley Hills
Word on the street's she got a few real niggas killed
I look up now she on my dick
Telling me how she always gonna be my bitch
Pop up at award shows always following me
Bitch doing dumb shit, got a college degree
No pre-nupt, one nigga got stick with her
I was smart knew always not to fuck with her
What goes around comes around
Scandalous shit, somebody tried to kill that bitch
Burnt the bridges and ain't had one friend left
Niggas that know her called her the devil in that red dress
You gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And I'm a always love my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
I can always fuck my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
And she gon' always be my bitch, my bitch, my bitch, my bitch
25.Poison Bananas
Lyricist：Curtis Jackson, Justin Smith, Jayceon Taylor
P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga
P-p-p unit, you pussy, ass, nigga
P-p-p unit, you pussy ass, nigga
Who the snitch？, You the snitch
Who the bitch？, You the bitch
Who the snitch？, You the snitch
Who the bitch？, You the bitch
Who the snitch？, You the snitch
Who the bitch？, You the bitch
Who the snitch？, You the snitch
Who the bitch？, You the bitch
Look, get ya mask took off when I blast four off
Pump the shorty, throw your body
Where the grass grow tall
Yeah, I'm like tango for the cash
Orange Jag, looking like a mango when it pass
With the tato on the mack
I ain't talking 'bout bagging up work
When I put Yayo in the bag
Fuck is you rhyming about？
You thirty, just getting in the game
You should be trying to get out
You know it's drama when the Llama get out
Pull and spit the lead, bullets hit your head
Then your mind'll sit out by the time they find this shit, out
I'm in a different state, in a different zip
Different whip, different plates, wait!
I put the heat in to your head
You, G unit, ninja turtles
'Cause your leader is rat, scrat!
It's simple as one, two, three
You lames, wanna get at game？
You gotta come through me
Tony Yayo, get out the way, ho
Lloyd Banks, just got shot
Technique pass the mack
And aim it at Curtis Jack, you ain't right
Trying to be Frank Wright
(Right)
You getting smacked, little accident murderer
I just now heard of ya, and the next time you disrespect the
west
E, serving ya, Yayo, you better lay low 'cause
The M.O.B, got some killers on the payroll
I put a million dollar hit on you snitches
Show you why we call ourselves money over bitches
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)
Olivia, get back in the car, before I smack you
Like Fifty, did Fredo Starr and he picking on li'l niggas
Is it me or is it every video, Curtis Jackson get a li'l bigger？
Nigga, using that muscle enhancement
All I need is a couple dumbells and a sandwich
Fuck, holding a conference, I'll run to Violator
Hold Chris Lighty for hostage, 'cause Banks, doing gay porn
Come out the closet!
Either that or I'm ma knock Chris Lighty, unconsciencious
Cut all the nonsense, you was pc'd, up
Hit the bricks, rapping 'bout the corner like you common
Talk of New York？ You, Jorge Pasada
I throw 'em, you catch 'em, that's not a threat
That's a promise, you did six months, now you a convict
I accepted your phones calls, now you at me
On some wild shit, judge said, time spent
Now you can get it from
The same gun homicide, dropped five dimes with
And next time you try to kiss me on the cheek
You won't be alive long enough to put out Mobb Deep
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)
Welcome to the west, let me show you what hood like
My niggas, down to sit on death row and ain't fucking with Suge
Knight
Tag your left toes, wish you niggas, a good night
Rock-a-by, baby, chrome, three-thirty-six, screaming
Ready to die, them niggas ain't crazy
On the black wall on the mini street that they can't be
A pine box plenty of leg room, game, hit me
We're watching, access granted in Cancun
I'm look at the two like the nerve of this damn dude
Pointing a beam at him, locating his next wound
Talk to my heat, Chi-Chi get the Yayo
Replace that, G Unit, bandanna with a halo
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And some cold hard killers from Compton
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Philly
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from Long Beach
(Here monkey, monkey)
I got a clip full of poison bananas
And a cold hard killer from LA
(Here monkey, monkey)
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