son" [E] "Shut up you cunt!" I said, "Fuck it!" Took it and stuck it back up in my head then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck Chorus
thing on my mind Sex for breakfast (I need it, I want it), stay inside (when the morning comes) And even though that we made sweet love all night Sex
you gon' get it is to go out there and get it, y'knahmsayin? It's like sometimes you gotta just put it all and bet the farm You ain't gonna get it any
t mean them lyrics are untampered with, let's kill the myth that as MC's we know it all, we all children still No tricks for ninety-six, it's due time we
it, hit it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it Tito, rocking it
live to be 21 They said they wouldn't make it They didn't make it We're all naked when the day is said and done This is life What a fucked up thing we
Dog, personally maine, I'm a person that came to bring purpose to a seem unless they purpose is game. It never feel like it's earned when you purchase
we gave you Ronnie Reagan, Sonny & Chero I'll meet you down behind Neptune's Net Catch my honey in the thong Do you get it yet? We'll catch barrels
choice, be like Mike, or be like you, I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru, Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice, Never knew back then
*, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot. You want credit, forget it, I did it
It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the
do it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets