cannot stand this pressure You feel the tension now You feel the tension now So liberate youre fucking hate [Refrain:] Push da flame under the black bomb A
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
pop em Open you up if you got a problem Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven
you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out
the poison well It's your own choice I feel that you know me well Oh here we go; all night we go Smokin' a blunt or a pipe with me Hey H.E.D kottonmouth
: This is for Hoods everywhere I'm Back We aint come here for the chit chat but shit got a hell of a kickback And I don't give a fuck so your face like a
fun Leavin' bitches stun off in they lungs I cum, hella spung give her a slap on the buns and run I got money mane, gimme dumby dames, make her honey drain a
hard, God rise above, love hate, make your choice Voice like Luther, future Hall of Famer Came a long way, stay fly, I, soldier, Ayatollah Airbender sent a
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!" 'cause it's on part of slung Relate this to no choice
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood Murder, I heard her when she screamed the drop 'Coz her son caught the slug Relate this to no choice And
stop, 'cause see, that's what we do And I know for sure that I'm a razor sharp-witted black entrepreneur Me, y'all, nicer than your mother on your birthday
're still on your own at night. You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence, Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so you can't hear the
face Amaze me a place like a saddle It's dogg pound ganstas (? ) like a shadow I never met a motherfucker who can make you stick I never met a motherfucker
choice of weapons What's the question? Why are you flexin'? Here's the answer, choice of weapons So pick your weapon, a mic or a gun I make a sucker
reason Me I'm a bastard I hit the blunts 'til I gotta cough then I pass 'em Exhaust on the Aston That next choice you make might be your last one Shit
