yellow [x4] Yea, Uh huh, you know what it is Black and yellow [x4] [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh huh, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big
? you scarecrow and say you ain?t got no brain Or start tellin? folks that you suddenly gone lame Or that white folks had finally co-opted your game Or
When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs gone And I'm scared to eat, the last of the bread and the butter Because after that, all the god damn bud gone
the Hair Cut Joe, man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up
the hunter, the sparks and the thunder That pushed the boy under, then pillage and plunder It kind of makes you wonder How one can hurt another But
go Wake up, roll call, another day gone by Now put a 'X' on November 25, I'm still alive Open the dead roll balls Now this dead man walkin' parkin' million
dead stand still People sittin' around no music The situation was somewhat confusing But I'm a detective I knew right away what happened Somebody stole the D.J. Who or
and techs than you I make it hot, nigga's won't even stand next to you Nigga touch me, you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead
sold, but I ain't the one sellin' Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin' gang of weed to keep from goin' under The federales wanna see me dead
cause I do things the Don way it's Paniro the Ghost, Goodfella like, fucking Jim Conway leave no evidence Fuck a dead man, when I can leave off the scene wit dead
the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices
the night I walk around my neighborhood in my slippers and my sweats Snoring loud and mumbling steady squeezin necks Never have to worry about traffic or the cops All I have to do
dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head
hangin it's with DPG *repeat* Verse 1: Snoop Doggy Dogg Some do the things that they do cos they dumb and some do the things that they do for crumbs I do
raise the six hundred headlights through the night Keep it tight! My reputation stands well Cuz all the good niggas are either dead or in jail Let's ?pretend? For one
can't stop from secedein' Do I run to the mirror look at me, and pull the trigger. hooker said body found dead and gone well shit, just another dead
the prison cell Unlawfull use is what They caught me with a tec-9 An do they got probable cause They never did take no time Steady use of prison Took another