will be thinking you're O.G. Smooth, wordy example of how I'm living I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind The D.O.C. is dope,
Traduction: Le DOC. Mind Blowin '.
yo name And, you not hear boo, I'm Wale And, that D.C. shit I rep all day And, my eyes red cuz of all that haze Don't blow ma, ha Let me shine Drumma
m just another C.D. I like to thank you Your the reason my bank account about to O.D. I really like to thank you [Z-Ro:] My mind is made up I'm not going
make you lose your mind Everytime you jam a Maab c.d., the Classified's on your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D
everybody to bed, write S.U.C. on the wall and then I'm ditching Out the do', firing it up with B.J. and Fo' Nickel and D slide in the do', that nigga
streets Don't forget to spending 10 thousand dollas on c.d.s And if you rapping ain't no handouts in this industry Don't let it take over your mind [
[2Pac] A military mind nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind nigga A criminal grind mean hustle You know [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
[Krayzie (Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
up like me Besides TNT, see an N and BG My visionary which is skippin on my D-O-G I guess it was a S-O-S from G-O-D Chaos has arisen interteller space
, welcome to: WHAT DE FUCK GWINE ON HERE? (A celebratium o' de American way o' life!) I see some o' y'all be FROWNIN' . . . 'cause mebbe y'think what
sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
I C P the wicked clowns and Project Born Serial Slaughtering motherfuckers in the graveyard Tick to the motherfuckin tock Nigga the click from Project
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Oh-e-o ohhhh oh Who's in the house? Truckerrrrrr Who's in the house? Truckerrrrrr Who's in the
I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K Down with Jive, RCA Hey how could you judge me cause what I am Be blind to my mind And take a look
D's still twistin', low-low's still hoppin' Gangsta shit still droppin', Crenshaw still poppin' Gang signs throwin' up, bodies still showin' up And oh yea - Time Bomb still blowin' up, beotch (L.A.C
