Rhymes galore {7x} This is for the motherfuckers out there on some real hiphop shit. Ya'll, ya'll, ya'll Mayday mayday, mayday mayday Walk bared foot
Glad ya man did You bout to get it too Rest with your fam man This a cold game Played by the coldest man Everything ya see The 7 4 k Sell the of cocaine
t polly Mohammed Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West Coast, the home of the bodybag The shotty, the mag Los Angeles, where the party at? You can catch
far, a backstabbing motherfucker to the bone is what you are And everyday when the knife in my back starts to twinge n' turn, My eyes are catching fire
Verse 1: Dre: Departure time 7:30 Im packed and ready to go First class ticket out of here I think its time to get it back in gear No more standin' by
I've baked shit like hot potato Rhymes still drippin like stu-b's, you groupies need to show I.D. before the bust down Touched down the God put 7 to
pie like crumble so I Don like Rickles Like green on the pickle My papes are the up master of the cabbage patch [DOVE:] Ya eyes got the latch [POS:] So catch
some packs (Go!) Then a couple cars (Jim Jones!) Wake up with my dogs (Go!) Took over the block (Let's Go!) And then we Ball! [x7] (That's all we know
which means I rule alone You droop first blood,mother thought you was the lone Fool now break for ya two It's called the ol'Rambo,catch ambush I wish
to the head, nigga. Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
polly Mohammed Ali of rap, I don't lolly gag West Coast, the home of the bodybag The shotty, the mag Los Angeles, where the party at? You can catch me
5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Monday 8 pm Tuesday 9 pm Wednesday 10 pm Thursday 9 pm Friday 10 pm Midnight Saturday Happy birthday Wanna catch night Catch the sparkles
Love love love love love love love I have to say it 7 times Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate I have to say it 7 times Nothing wants to grow fast Nothing
reciprocate, work my fingers to the bone 7 days a week in this shitty studio I got one hope, if it's gone then it's all bad But Catch never sleep, what
CHORUS If we can't live in peace then fuck it let's die They aint tryin' to hear us then fuck it let's ride Catch a traitor then stick a needle in his
Coast gang A free 300 C, and a G-Unit chain Now he running with the po po, nigga even BO know 50 starts singing like KC and JoJo Catch me slippin nigga
into junior high If I was in Brooklyn and B.I. was still alive In 2006, it might sound like this NY, 7-1-8's, 2-1-2's With Sue's rendezvous, it's like
just talkin' about a measly nine shots Yeah I'm chopper happy and my wrist loose Call me Goldie, I'll smack your b*tch too [Verse 7: Lil Wayne] Five