Yeah, dedicated to you and yours O.C. phenomenon Here goes a little somethin' for you and your mans Dedicated to you and yours, from me and my fam Living
Yeah, dedicated to you and yours OC phenomenon [Chorus:] Here goes a little somethin', for you and your mans Dedicated to you and yours, from me and
couldn't do I wanna roll in a six-hundred and stunt on you Next time I see you and yours, I'll pull a gun on you Through every stage of my life, I been
tricky, no you ain't picky Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie Get your lil' dickie and your Mickey and you're straight and gotta be at work by 8 Called you last night, you
mistakes, resents take place We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space! (C'mon
, Ici Tout Le Monde Nous Reconnait Mais Dis Moi Qu'est Ce Tu Croyais? K.P.O.N.E I.N.C On Est Venu Squatter Les Sommets You Little Shit, You Don't
this music of ours From S-950's to music guitars You know the program, let no man, interrupt your flow And if that's your man, you better let him know
in this dream I get to do-uuu-o... things, That's gonna drive you crazy, girl! Crazy-cra-crazy girl! And when I touch you, When I make love to you,
family (YEAH MY NIGGA) For you, counterfeit, wannabe hardcore players I rub you under your face with single-edged razors Cold street INTELLIGENCE, O.G.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and
nigga Live life lil' mama, quit tryin to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So slow your roll - c'mon gotta slow down Slow your roll - think you
And he's about to be raped by this game anally What would you do for it? What would you give for it? For that C.O.C.A.I.N.E. 'Cause once you get in,
the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin you move You're found dead in your garage, with ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it, cause I expose the facade Your
don't you feel like that creates *static* a tension between East and West? *static* He's talking about killing people *static* I had sex with your wife and
the game, but I'll share with you two Know, niggaz gon' hate you for whatever you do Now rule one -- get your cash on, M.O.B. That's Money Over Bitches
Locked you up in the pen, And gave you three to ten I send you letters with naked flicks Of old friends Hopin you well, I know it's hell Doin
you bouts to get paid, Boom-swagger-boom, like you gots a peg leg. I'm game, you're game; you're the main attraction, And the way you fit your jeans
me see it go up and down Rotate that thang, I wanna touch that thang Can you make it go round and round I step up in the club, I'm like who you with
