me tomorrow Ay, Ghostface, the youngins on the block duckin' blue & red lights While your boy bypassing fare light But if them cock suckers ever get me dead
[r] you got your hands on moony shit [g] say "word" [r] we gonna get high [g] I don't give a fuck about them enemies [r] he a bird anyway? he
my hats rocked to the left, all these dirty looks be gettin me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low It's time to dead that
I'm a bird with a fix I lay with the roaches My 85 Cutlass red and it be smoking Posting and hustling Struggling and plugging Mean muggin and thuggin
' out that window hoo riding Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga True blue
coke from Columbian cats Or the cocaine plan leave your whole brain dead Light this herb don't mean to disturb Never been to Sesame street but I flip a big bird
you to hit the canvas, The fellas back bringin' the blues to you fools, I call a shot, then I plot nigga got dropped, I chop'em dead and make em dead
Down at the best spot It's me and JD and they sellin' more birds than a pet shop The spot's hot and everybody nervous That's when the blue car served
L.A. with no where to turn, every which way I get burned baby, Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red, put them together and we color them dead, dead, dyin
to short Line up the homie as a teardrop falls No time for back-trackin, cause hood work calls Housecalls be given, where you livin, unforgiven My mentality's like the dead
Rusty .38's, bought rust inside the herb gate So Hungry, son, 'bout to shrink down to a bird's weight Rash break out, where's the blue ointment, face
walk the alleys of Compton with nowhere to turn Every which way I get burned, baby Lou wears blue, Big Fred wears red Put 'em together then we color 'em dead Dead
the dead man dreaming yeah Acid body murdered at the late show oh yeah Mutate me and breed yourseIves a savior I could not kill the dead man screaming Eat my dead
5 Judge says to the High Sheriff, "I want them dead or alive" Either one, I don't care, high water everywhere Well, the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she
5 Judge says to the high sheriff, I want him dead or alive Either one, I don't care Highwater everywhere Well, the cuckoo is a pretty bird, she
than he holds in her... and the only reason he stands cold sweat upon that chair is to give you, to give you one last chance... the flowers are dead
breast Extracting from the sun My hand is reaching for the stars Your hand is swooping low A long long journey, withering heights A goal dead center