of the night on my white 1's I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em How the fuck you think I got
the block, when I'm passin' through I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you And if I ever get caught sleepin', which I ever doubt would happen I'd
tags, I snagged nuff niggas And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call When I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie Home
this world she call me marshion pit i don't mean to diss yo man but i like you your sh-t has been wet Since I was ten i'm just tryna get a chance she
hot, I'm warpin', doc torturin' your Walkman Jump, get up All my niggaz in the house, stalk, get up All my bitches in the house, jump, get up All my
the one for the night Whatcha gon' get, girl The best sex of your life? Ucud gedit I ain't trippin', I ain't crabbin', I'm tippin' Real talk, babygirl
Wooo) Knees bent, and back arched just how I need it Call her "Billie Jean," I like the "Thriller" before I "Beat It" Conceded when she shake it but I
, or South to the house Just showing love, go home The body on the flo' is so grown What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label And ya gotta shed
it, cause I don't be bullshittin I'm up into plastic bottles cause if I keep on feelin the way I'm feelin I'ma blow up in this motherfucker [Chorus -
one and only, I just rock it Fat bankrolls in my pocket Call me 'The Dirty Rapper', I'll say, "Sure" But I'm a young black entrepreneur I'm an MC, right? I
greed I've been thinking, of what I need I need a freak to hold me tight I need a freak everyday and every night I need a freak, I really do I want a
you get mad, you say get the fuck out But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me Come by the house and get nasty I spit the real game I rolled
I take her home and dick her down Then send her back to you like baby I was at my sister house Yall niggas remember me, I'm every rappers enemy They know
I gotta eat so I do or die Not a full-time crook but I was born right So if I want to eat, sometimes I got to jack So jack I will and go get some presidents
Educated man, from the motherland You see, they call me a star but that's not what I am I'm a jungle brother, a true, blue brother And I've been to many
"L.A.! Californ-I-A!" (repeat 4X) It all started on a Saturday night, I was at the Tilt Faded off a eightball, when I got the phone call I recognized
X Yeah, I'm with this, what we throwin up? ("Throwin up the W" -- Ice Cube) All you busta ass niggaz out there I got my motherfuckin homeboys in the house
Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home I'd roam the streets so much they call me a drifter