At The Oxford Apartments Jeffrey Lived In 213 But His Neighbors Didn't Know That Jeffrey Was A Fiend He Said The Fridge Was Broken And The Smell Was Rotten
Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind Sexual release buried deep inside Complete control of a prized possession To touch and fondle with no
SMELL SOMEONE'S ROTTING DEATH COMES BEHIND YOU THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN DISMEMBERED YOUR REMAINS AND NOBODY CARES FACTORY OF MURDER IS THIS ROOM 213 YOU
his head disappear He crashes to the floor, his head in his hands Trying to recover from his mother's demands Something strange ist going down in room 213
my guns, counting my funds And walking on you bitch niggaz that run I'm from 213, the gangsta clicc 21 motherfucking 3 nigga All we do is the gangsta shit Gangsta shit, biatch 213
213 Childhood homies way back in the day Since then it's been 213 the hard way Rappin' on the street corners, young as can be All the local groups called
Funny how time flies Funny how one thing leads to another Funny how mothers cry Funny how we live at night and in the gutter Funny how cash rules everything
family reunion And down at the church house, they giving up the annual communion It seems we made it to another summer, yeah we came and come up 213
Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away from home Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too grown Then she ran across the border homie, 24-inch chromes Now
you see A nigga like the D O double G Z So put your hands up in the air and repeat after me 213 Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary Mary (213) Mary Mary Mary
talking about? Yeah, bizzalls, real talk It's one of them joysticcs that you could just You know, slip an' slide to Yeah, you could ride to this real talk 213
Wait a minute, lonely girl They try to warn me They say, you're horny Eager to give it up Take a minute, lonely girl I'll be your daddy Be what you wanna
by the pad And walk on my marble floor Just to say you blew with the remarkable Listen to me, baby, doll I'm hated by many, loved by 213 Respected by
Yeah, welcome to tha Church, Volume II Exclusive 213 Got my nephew Nate Dogg in da house Nate Dogg holla at 'em, where you at? Ridin' in my car And I
My dirty ho, scandalous ho My dirty ho, scandalous ho My homie baby mama trying to fuck me Would I be wrong if I let her suck me? It ain't me, it's her
Wooh Ya! Welcome to da church volume II exclusive 213 (Hah hah) My nephew Nate Dogg in da house Nate Dogg holla at 'em where you at Ridin' in my car
on my Ghetto Village But if Stevie can see it, it must mean that I'm real with it Corporate America gotta deal with it I'm ridin' this 'til the finish line 213
