's like the fundamentals In the back of Winchell's, with the 4.5 cocked Keep it hood, everybody better hold they spot Niggaz think they hot but no they not, no Damn, c
the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four mag G'd
lived a nigga named Knoc-Turn'al America's most wanted, for sho' In a black Lo-Lo, with tinted windows I'm just cruisin' down the street in my 6-4 Checking
-unit boots on, so you can get stump (stump) Or you can quit playing, and c'mon and get crunk'd (get crunk'd) yeah! Rompe, rompe, rompe, let me out
you sorry Trust me, didn't cry when they dropped me Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death This
(to the west coast) To motherfuckin kentucky, missouri (to florida) to dallas (houston) To new orleans (austin, texas) to muthafuckin miami (d.c.) to Cinnicinnati (ohio) to d.c
nigga *B-O-Z* much love from the N.O. my nigga Feel me? and my little cousin D-A-Z forever nigga this DPGC and oh yeah Dr. D-R-E you know where I'm at
sorry Trust me Didn't cry when they dropped me (Nah) Can they stop me? Tryna sell 4 million copies If I wasn't spitting it'd be prison or death This rap
for me to fall in To a funky beat to make you have a ball and Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump C'mon don't be a chump, I see
armadas Son los ejemplos obtenidos creciendo entre balas Tres guerrilleros tres leyendas mismo territorio C-4 el pecador y el dyablo causando el insomnio El dyablo c-4
Errr] Faggot nigga I slide through Any hood representin' my set, generation is new But I wear this tech like a vest Spit and tear up ya vest D-A double D
Chorus 4X {Jeru The Damaja This is to my brothers and sisters in the ghetto Trying to be like Pablo, DeNiro, Al Pacino You be all right until
And cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell a D I'm try to score a meal ticket Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda Duckin
cross the West Coast where fools get wicked I'm in the gang hell, a D, I'm try to score a meal ticket Break fiends on boulders, I means Al soda Duckin
he was first in your last Now demansion all the drag how we hurt you in your past (Awww!) And now female the D6 the tits in ya knees Cause niggas al-
shit ayo nigga im styll dat simple mind'd Kid So shutcha mouf and mindja bizz & mindja shit c'mon nigga mindja bitch 'causezi spyt on da curve man 4git
with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) Top dollar with the gold flea collar Dippin' in my blue Impala (DPG) It's like 4 and to the
