in the ghetto gospel you paved the way for young black women of prosper how you paint pictures you deserve grammies and oscars congratulation from me Aftermath and the "Dr" so you
the body bag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough I'm in the club shootin' with puff Bitch, please you
You and a friend Can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not? Blow your brain out I'm blowing mine out fuck it, you only live
all pina coladas, no cops and robbers Takin' trips back and forth from here to the Bahamas I hump more than llamas, get rolled more than tires If you say I'm not
"Dr. Bruce, telephone please, Dr. Bruce, telephone please.." "Paging Dr. Kevorkian, paging Dr. Kevorkian.." "Nurse, somebody's broken into the amphetamine
's, my rims are classic 24's under the Avalanche, looking Jurassic Paint change like mirages, you don't know when you pass it I'm big balling till I lay in a casket, already [Hook
(akinyele) You can't You won't Ak-nel You can't You won't (curly) refrain Something is what you meet standing up on the corner Lay out And when you think
be hosted And in the end you may win or be roasted But seeing that it's part of a game, you think if you hang Close to The One and you'll claim, but that
Fess, I mean I'm like fresh if not the freshest When I'm expressin' my thoughts on Vinyl, you can't help but listen up and get caught on Hooked because
not I bet you die when you ain't on top I bet you cry when the number that you got Ain't the number that you had and you no longer in the number one
yo mind right You gets no lovin' You think you gonna sex me Then boy you buggin' That's not the way it is so Get used to it I know you wanna get it get
She a dimepiece, so far from an ugly ho If you drop-dead gorgeous I won't stand you up Yeah you shake it like Beyonce but can you fuck? [Chorus] [
't bite our tongue Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you ain't gettin paid for
happens to you That's how people get fucked up Yo, if you a loudmouth, tryin' to wild out And we see just how you layin' And we peeped yo' style out
[Hook] I'm in a Range Rove That'll make way, ho Cuz you don't wanna hear That LaLaLaLaLa go Boom Bring the damn door If the boys say so Cuz you don'