They blindin' these sight We tried to be nice They talk the small talk We walk the long walk We lost, they all thought They forced to fall short We rock for
cup [Flav] Nigga! [all laughing] [Flav] Oh yo man you just hit me in the head with a brick for real [Flav] You got me bleedin from the side of the head
Ali You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me) [Hook] Let me roll somethin' witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow
Ah Some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know, what they in fo when they fuckin with Some
But things come and go When the clocks never stop Be on time for nothing A little late for a lot [Chorus] I hope it's not too late for me Could you just wait for me
be misled They'll kill you in your fuckin' bed, they don't sell dope Yo, excuse me, yes, they do but they don't look that much like me Or you but if
barrel ah, me gun Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they lead in They wanting me off in the coffin
out before the sun rise Gotta stallion for your partner to ride Hit the saloon for the moonshine Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride These directions
they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know, what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know what they
? ya'll dun raped a pitbull Fell in love with Shih-tzu This missle's directed directly at you And as for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paint
you drop the gat, G?) I got hit from behind Now a nigga like me, I gotta go for mine Bring it on, bing, make ya bells ring When ya hit that pavement
for your whip, I'd have nothin to strip [Em] If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothin to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothin to chew [
first split up, yo, I was illin' Seems like some years they was together for the sake of the children And I love them for that, I don't know if they
tryinna look out for mine... [Verse 1: Z-Ro] Aye I've been gettin alot of exposure Lately on niggaz' songs, and in they videos. Cuz they know i'm an
said, "You ain't all that" And went and got some other girl schemin' for crack In my car, I couldn't hear what they spoke about I hit the accelerator
hand" My man, Eric Blam said, "Stop on the cops" And then, what the Blam said, you're sure to get shot Now they ignore me 'cause you saw me with a 40
pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy From off the whiskey, the gypsy, told me, my chances, were risky Cops, pull up and frisk me but never could they get me