when I'm in my hometown, yeah No place I'd rather be My town, my street Give me peace of mind that can't be beat, yeah My town, my street Give me peace
with nothing to do that's all i seem to think about or do my soul is sound when i'm in my hometown no place i'd rather be my town, my street gives me
mo, Z-Ro not no hoe thogh I swang and I swerve, like Tony Montana My balls are my word, come down your chimney like Santa And put you to bed, for talking down on a O
' ho. I got your bitch on my dick Because I'm here for my cap down When steppin' through C-Town You better be strapped down The bigger my trigger The
if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin'
' trey-O times You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say "Oh, my!" but check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of
got, me nine to my side So me bust, flick, cause he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuck And all my problems end with that BUCK BUCK [Snoop Doogy
Act II SCENE NINE A TOKEN OF MY EXTREME Arriving at L. Ron Hoover's modernistic office / cathedral / ware-house / condominium complex, Joe is greeted
to buck buck bucking...a fuck fuck fucking your hoes Cause they know who's runnin this shit, Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O Role model, your motherfucking H-E-R-O My
uhh.. uhh.. (yo c'mon Big) uhh.. Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit Flooded pieces, my hand releases
'll be Sheek Luchion the mayor Fatigued out in my house or office Blunt spots and crooked cops can't grow shit so the town supports this (Uh-hun) My staff
m from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now if I wasn't rappin motherfucker y'all be starvin on my nuts without bucks
girl's skirt Keep it Steve Martin style, bustin loose like jerk I get Up like -town, gimme don't say no more Got them scars on my face cause my health
: Raekwon (Method Man)] Chamber four (1-6-Ooh) Chamber four Temple number nine, temple number nine [Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm the original G-O-D Making young ladies scream is my
m the M.B.P. most ballin-ist playa make my own moves, call me the mayor monday night u know things change with time magic city back lookin like eighty-nine
an AK-47, shootin' trey-O times You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, oh, my But check it out, though I done made enough money to buy my
five deep as I strike at a quick pace I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind So my soul is a threat to all mankind Born to kill, I'm wicked
