I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down Like soap when I put my clothes
Yeah I'm from Compton Stop askin' me if I still live in the hood, nigga I'm a motherfuckin' millionaire, I had to move, nigga Know where I live now?!
I'm an assassin [ verse 2: juke box ] Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well I'm used to makin money
't know how to act. No i.d. I'm underage but far from underpaid. I'm fresh to death, stay fly until I'm sleep off in a grave. (Until I'm sleep off in
But now I'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it [Ice-T] The madder I get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get The thicker the sweat Cause I'm
flo' The dro is twisted up but me I'm 'bout to mix it up Drinkin that expensive taste with Skinhead Rob I'm leanin tough I'm talkin 'bout the ocean potion
I fight the fence I fight the house I fight the bucket Nobody ever loved me, man fuck it We was runnin the club?? Homemade class?? I was hustlin and gettin cash
I remember I was just alona(I was just alona I was just alona)but I tell them hataz look at me I dream u dream we all dream big dreams I dream u dream
for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
I'm switching lanes, feel that beat off in my trunk. I'm smokin' Mary Wayne, I speed off to the hood & we gone roll about 10 blunts 'fore I'm ready. I'm
need air He close the gas cap, too many things goin his way So I just cash that, y'all probably think I'm buggin but hey I know them games in Lindsay
Yorkers Cause I love 'em all In and out of the mall In and out of some cars, that I, just barely bought What, ever it be Cash or currency Mami can take
now I'm gettin covered, in dirt and grass, kick it [Ice-T] The madder I get, the higher the debt, the deeper you get The thicker the sweat Cause I'm
blues (OW!) I'm bad news; preach sermon minus the pews You listenin close checkin for clues I'm lookin for cues, eight-bar corner pocket Cash Rules You
and no mercy Cooler full of henny and sprite for when I'm thirsty I'm a sore loser, toughened up, learn to win If a clip hold a hundred I'll put a hundred
Big dog I don't bark I buck Tell dem bitches I don't talk I fuck Tell dem niggas I don't walk I run dis shit I come to punish shit N I bet dey won't be
I got a problem with the law-writers, I kick some more items just to explore horizons, the palm lady dreamt of this day so I'ma play, the crib close smokin
bull shittin Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format But still I'm