U Sayin Do We Sound That Bad Na U Just A Little Bit Mad So What U Sayin U Wanna Make A Track Lets Make Movements We Can Be Anusants To The Scene We Can
[Bonus track Japan] Sometimes I have this scary dream In my head Apocalyptic scenes It makes my instincts mad Surrounded by machinery The warheads never
you got alotta whips, well I got A Lot I got the right to be cocky Get so much cut disc jockeys jock me... You Niggas mad cause you not me I remain a
get to cut Ay Look I'm already fienin' so just let me slide thru Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you Because that booty mad thick behind
seems like a myth And things seem to conflict New soul verses the O.G. it seemed as a hit But it seems like a scene outta flick It seems to remind me of a scene
nigga be hustling on them corners Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on When a nigga be moving marijuana Gotta get my pimp on, pimp on Better watch your back when it get mad
roll with niggas with big machines Blank sreens, video scenes Blue, black and green Niggas with wigs scared the scam clean And get the cream- know what i mean? Diggin' the scene
the scene, cats ask her why she always looking mean. Behind closed doors its a different thing, she get it from her momma i aint mad not me, not me I
clothes White t, crispy nikes wit some red and blue girbauds Hustle a piece of game and dont be mad cuz she chose Ching a ling, stay on tha scene Ring
girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly. Black hands on white shoulders, white hands on black shoulders, dancing, and you know what's more. He's God's mad
you knew. [Chorus (x1): Nate Dogg] I'm rolling out on tour today you getting sad because I'm goin away (Naaaa) Chickenheads wanna play with me you getting mad
a criminal and cuff me up Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck Got a record so they put me
stuck, callin Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man Whenever sober, on a one man mission
shots ring from the plasted guy wrapped in plastic, bury tha bastard, time to notify, his family...shiet.. ain't nothin left to be identify, evacuate the crime scene
All through the scandal of the small town scene I always handle you like to think my spirit is weak I thought you knew I thought you knew, it was gonna
