associate with cats Horses beat niggas with metallic wiffle ball bats If time could rewind I would have rewound before Knocked down, surround and drowned
[Don Cisco] Yeah Uh, you know, we always hope we do the right thang Tryin' to do my thang [Chorus: Don Cisco] With my momma up in heaven Hope I don't
I remember beatin down the block Was the thing to do in my fisherman hat with the kangaroo Everybody rap, though they hood was compton And the wolves
you got (Ah!) Before the hatchet that I run wit swings dowwwn And splits yo face (shit!) I understand why everybody wants to be down with me I'm runnin
'cuz I don't like to fuck Just got one I can trust to bust these keys down to dust Split these G'z out with us, shut these P'z down to flush I got sluts
came, things were falling apart Things were falling apart (x3) So now hes standing in the Dole queue This girl with the face of an angel Sees hes looking down
do Wanna ride wanna die? Let's get high Nigga we kicking your door down Blasting you with shot guns What you wanna do Nigga, we kicking your door down
figured I was ready for Cassius Clay I said, "Fee, fie, fo, fum, Cassius Clay, here I come" "26, 27, 28, 29, I'm gonna make your face look just like mine 5, 4, 3
a record) I can't focus, it's too hot (Inside) You'll never get to Heaven If you're scared of getting high (Boy, boy) Let me keep freaking around, I wanna get down
a walk Take a walk down the halls of desire I'll do what you want What you want, I can take you higher These are the halls of desire Door number 3 is
the drum beat but i'm in the fast lane in the front seat i wonder will i lose control of the maserati and hit sum tree just bein young me is there a heaven
the wall [Verse 3 "Question"] Demonic in my presence Street corner like a reverend Tryna find the change, Shining lightining like im in heaven Triple
can't get a job Slam the door in his face, because he caught a juvie case It seems as if I got people tryin to pull me down Red broads intimidatin insinuatin
was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3
I was too interested, in keeping it real Perfectly honest and complete, she would always call me "carino," And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3
his door *knock* Nigga this is the heaven party Nigga we got your tests back You partyin' hoe Chorus x8 Walk up to your house Knock on your door
gotta break the door down, gotta bust a latch She's gotta super-sized itch that's gotta be scratched, alright She stands up and gets down And digs her
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