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t stop Til my hip don’t hop anymore When you so good that you can’t say it Because it ain’t even cool for you to sound cocky anymore People just get sick
' but clowns down here, but we ain't fuckin around round here, yo' Dre, what up, can I get a hell, hell yeah, now... [CHORUS] So there you have it folks
Squad in this bitch Let me hear you holla Runyon Ave. in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me And the situation gets
you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street; I ain't Givin you shit bitch - don't even bother askin me (get away from me)
Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people
niggas C & G, they got hella G. & E. I get two mo hits of that X.T.C. shit I don't wanna come down off that X.T.C. trip Bitches, in the room lookin
pray for good It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (my life, my life) Ain't no bars, but niggaz can't escape the hood It took so
...) Made my grandmother pray for good And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3) Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape
the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up [Xzibit] Judge and jury, don't get your
T] You punks are jealous cause I'm rollin in fly shit My shit, all paid for and I don't owe no guy shit Fuck you, it ain't my fault your ass is on empty
ain?t here One more for my niggaz in the pen, yea I coulda been a ghost but I?m still here Can?t forget where I come from, hell yea Hook: Stand up
on top of my game and it don't stop, 'til my hip don't hop anymore When you so good that you can't say it, 'cause it ain't even cool for you to sound
put that shit out man You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man "Okay
, hell ain't shit A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole I told him "I'ma be there ain't no bitch in my soul" And when I'm coming
fuck around If a nigga ain't got no money for lay, I'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't
the pipes as I smoke in em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay
much to have my baby So what bitch? I popped your cherry Hell fucking no, I don't wanna get married 'Cause can't no bitch hound me Talking that shit
