when you get loaded Whenever I am up it seems you bring me down It doesn't make much sense That's the way (***) And I'm still waitin' For the day when
95 cents Plus, I don’t want to hear it There’s too much on my mind and I can hear it Calling for the d-i-n-c-o Here comes my girl, wait, I gotta go Nah
Monster of the double entendre, Coke is still my sponsor Heh, the Cola, yeah Hova still gettin it in with soda Diet, no sir, I ain't lose no weight
the meth It's the D to the E, M to the O N Blowin', steady playin' shotgun, throwin' Don't you see the shorty with the baseball cap? Don't make me flip
all soft that we pop shit Fuck that, I'll die before I let the hardcore go Cause I'm a nigga from the G-H-E-T-T-O I got a posse who's airtight, quick
cash Yo, let me straighten this out fast Two hundred thousand records sold And these brothers start yellin' 'bout gold? You better double that, then double that again And still don't
to gain attention new dudes I can get you B E T and T R L too You wanna be in the public, send your budget Well fuck it, I ain't budgin' Young did it
L.O.V.E... Hooo woahooo woah L.O.V.E... Mmm noo.. Tired of being in the when am i gon find love club. I come close get a dose but it just ain't enough
the ditch And it's a myth, they get {niggaz} from the suburbs, that's herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin
the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down
he's still insane And I'm still hangin' with with Lay This nigga Wish Bone, he ain't changed D.J. U, Neek supplied the beat That nigga's still creepin
bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga
bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and water. I don't know if they fags or what-- search a nigga
Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can't fuck with me Not even the devil with B O N E T H U G, spell it motherfucker Money,
it like the G-to-O (Yeah) Bustin on that ass but still I see That you don't hear me doe Ain't no mistakin' what I'm bringin' You motherfuckers still ain't
James p. johnson / flournoy e. miller You don't act up too much Ain't got that glamour touch You're trifling lazy Ain't worth a cigarette ash Look out
'cause I work the Eastside And do the same damn thing on the Westside For hip-hop I'ma die, you fuck with it? I'm O-Dog, I ain't lettin' that shit ride
take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The C E O of dirty and he go by Cornell
