to me and look where that has gotten me. I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and I gave and you took it all away
own cars, and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real Bo$$ Big Snoop Dogg, yeah he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play
still busting, cussing Mighty goals and puntas All I'm tryin' to do is shoot ya Two shots in' the ruger Booh-yeah, blew his ass out Then I passed out (Passed out, passed out
got the Rolly on my arm And I'm pouring Chandon And I roll the best weed 'Cause I got it going on I'm a Bad Boy wit a lotta ho's Drive my own cars and
style wit out a half honey child jockin wit out flossin my niggas could peep out what I'm thinkin bout, wit out talkin one look at a crook my nigga
Canibus] Yo, yo Yo when Mo Black start to black out bitches pass out Stick my black dick in they mouth and dig they back out Black monk like Thesalonius
by the deaf And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind I, too, dream in color and in rhyme So I guess I'm one of a kind in a full
your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper than the Indian spear So sit back and let the king explore Describe me, the kid's nice and he holds swords And
and others are blocking I'm running the hood and nothing can top it You can Google it and you can search it On how a nigga come and unlock it, impossible
no niggas in the world more thorough than this (bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips like 2 thirds of a brick (penaro and kiss) and
't no niggas in the world more thorough than this (Bust off) and sit the hot barrel dead on your lips Like 2 thirds of a brick (Paniero and 'Kiss) And
and perform On crenshaw and exposition God was born He said please pass the mic to whomever is tight Me and the fellowship took it and we held it for
the rain and the wind Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ear Turn, turn, turn again Joliet prison and ninety-nine years Turn, turn, to the rain and
' and lickin' on me An' they comin' to do what Wake my dude up But one of them bitches bit me on the neck and drew blood Then the other and the others
bone Come and have a round of Patron And get down to the song while I tell you 'Bout the ground, I be on Chicago Tell a girl about K-town and the projects Downtown and
The tempest struggles in the air And to myself alone I sing It could sink me then and there I can hear the echoes ring I tried to find one smiling
