break it down to me you really think it's all that easy you shouldn't even waste your time and don't you feed the lines with all your shit cause ignorance
yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge 'All rise' This
this everytime star Man like Ice-T 'pon the ?? man Come in star, one last time and teach dem bout reality Now watch dis, COME! [Ice-T] I met this girl
at ya eyebrow, pow pow Man, I ball hard even with five fouls Yeah, we in this bitch like tampon's Dump you in the woods, now get yo' camp on Choke hold around this
o Digit Purchase MP3 * Waiting o Lyrics This is the last time I will follow you This
about, man this Shit was real f**ked up for nigga though, I'm stressing) I bought a sack of weed, when I got home I seen, (they cheated) That this tree
Welcome to the dark side It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Gotta give it on up to the glock glock Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow The bone
action/ So come and take a ride with Krayzie Jackson/ Don't worry about the weed or drank, I got some/ This potent dope, let's smoke and choke/ I can
]. Me roll, and then me pass the 'hudda to ya. Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that 'budda fool ya. Puff on that 'hudda ['hudda, 'hudda]. Come again, puff on this
I was sitting back and I was thinking man I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know Seem like
don't respond to text Yeah, they say I, may be just on the shady side Maybe I, grow so much and I smoke so much got a lazy eye Yeah I'm too gone, this
fuck it, everybody can get it when you?re this hot, everybody?s a critic but when you?re this high everybody?s a midget all this mean mugging from niggas
'dro in the wind With the 'dro in the wind Cut me a seven-tries Chevy, put dubs on that bitch (Uh, uh) Candy apple green, niggaz lovin' this shit (Lovin' this
cheeferry reefer beat blowin' my chest up? Beat right from the club try my best not to mess up A professor of this lyrical thang I'll take the purist strain of this
the earth is cracked A child with no arms lyin on his back No where to go in the middle of this cold In the middle of this earth spinnin out of control
over, this road ain't big enough for you I'm flying like Knight Rider, they're trying to keep up With their grandma outside, on the side Maybe their
are so dope {*8X*} [Outro] This beat This beat This beat is on fire We don't need no water we just let this function jerk Jerk (jerk) jerk, we just let this
