fucked again, you're fucked again, you're fucked again, you're outta luck you stupid cunt you're fucked again, you've found yourself without a friend you're fucked
no reason (fuck ya'll) Don't really know who I am at all (fuck ya'll mutha fuckas) So I guess I kinda gotta introduce my self again to these mutha fuckas
so i puff on my line and be out i call my roll dogg pick me up wit weed lets hit the road dawg you blew up wit the hood rat the FUCK u break the code
dope Roll dice, get money and gang bang with my folk Dre capping waka Hands, guns, and choppas Can't find you then we dumping on ya mama [repeat] Never again will I let a fuck
damn cause here I go again, cooking and flipping dope again Ten bricks in the do' again, ready to hit the road again Trae done just wrecked the flow again
bubbling But they setting up, road blocks Automatic mouth piece, fully loaded and cocked And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and I'ma say it again
a damn about is my ends I wish Screw-Zoo was alive, so I could watch him make another Dub again I'm mad at the world fuck love again, cause my so called
and i'ma run it back To all my young niggas out thurr stugglin i hope you make a jack where you at. [Nate Dogg] [Hook] Back one more again it's Nate
to ride no more loves for me hard to figure get a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck
my niggas in the penitentiary, Loked up like a mothafucka when they mention me. Cause you fuckin' with the realest motha fucka ever born, And once again
Smoke and blow out they blunts Sipping Henney Drunk nights And hot days Cocking my heat shooting it sideways A wife on the run Full of common blunts
another motherfucker Lord knows * 'Pac is choking on blunt smoke * Lord knows * coughing harder * Lord knows * one final cough * I smoke a blunt to take
momma if I did die, just put a blunt in my casket let me get my dead homies high Come follow me throughout my history, it's just _Me Against the World
fuckin' nigga And things won't be the same without ya nigga I remember kickin' back, you wanted to lack And goin' half on a muthafuckin' hundred sack Smokin' blunt after blunt