King Midas Drunken Master] My, my, my... I'ma say it again for 'em, Dre Look here, huh My, my, my... ...malignant melody My... We gon' freak it for this one time, man Drunken Master
5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take yo lip off chief With my peeps we ruthless If you
Jeannie Snap two times and I'm in a new city [snap snap] Two mo' times and I'm back in my city [snap snap] (SEXY LADY~!) Chi city, fly with me Shorty
attack samantha's my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) joe is my brother
the fuck I AM, I can't trust my fans Out of luck, no constructive plans My friends stay powdered up, I'm so drunk, can't stand You said if I would sober
: And I walked west Sussex sunlight Up by dead man?s pool Where ma, mudlark and Lewes Stared me down you drunken fool Old teenage debts engulfed my chest
Jeannie Snap two times and I'm in a new city {*snap snap*} Two mo' times and I'm back in my city {*snap snap*} (SEXY LADY~!) Chi city, fly with me Shorty
Off the fifty-one fluid Gettin blowed, getting drunk Spittin shit, smokin blunts That's all a nigga do If I get too drunk Rogue doggin it with my crew Never givin a FUCK!! Now my
empty the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk
was a New York City crime kingpin Five girl, fame, guaranteed to itch pigskin Raided near the Brooklyn Naval yard, ? undercover When they asked him what he pled he said, "You're fuckin' up my
the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard Where I write rhymes so hard niggaz swap my tradin cards Cause my
crawling My rang and beats and chain defenition of balling Clarion screen falling in my Fleetwood Lac Four eighteen in my trunk I'm bout to crack my
My rang and beats and chain defenition of balling Clarion screen falling in my Fleetwood Lac Four eighteen in my trunk I'm bout to crack my back I give
I silence the wise, my lyrics make a scientist cry Making a secret society expose their purpose Making 'em release info and exploding my surface I'm taking my
bitches is to bring the word to the district Who is it? How to get connected comin from that gritty city When nothin but a grind, and no time to rhyme And my
cause they recognize Can't jeopardize themselve expose my family's eyes and my image size that limit's the skies So I stay high like my raps do Why you