blesse, blesse Puis-je t'offrir un ice cream pour que tu leches, leches ? Depuis tout a l'heure, je regarde ton boule J'trouve que t'es fraiche, fraiche
, angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
don't be sleepin' on me, this ain't a fuckin' dream I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team But I ain't slagin' dope, I slang Luda
angels We the ones who say what you can and what you cain't do Respect, power, kush, sour Haze, airy, pills, powder Gangstas, varmints, ice, garments
pad tryin to get this damn label off? I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaqueand fuck rap
On Your Face No Games, I'm Oh So Serious And Ya'll Niggas Are Straight Pussy, PERIOD They Say A Singer Can't Rap, I Ain't Hearing It Cause After These
felt rigid and stiff so I turned around and I rolled this big fat spliff That's when I seen her, steppin out a rented yellow Beemer This local ghetto fame rap
me So if you've got'cha county cheque give it to me Chorus: Now baby, don't trip, it's King Tee with the gangsta shit Ain't fuckin with nothin but
tryin to get this damn label off? I ain't havin that; this is the millenium of Aftermath It ain't gon' be nothin after that So give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap
and the lips that they hang from I stay banging to bang, bang drums and hanging you lames And the same no names gangs you came from I don?t got an excuse
up at Khaled's house two days ago bitch Sippin on a Long Island ice tea with a white bitch That was just as bad as Ice-T's, but she's not the wifey The
was a good day, had the hood buzzing, Ice Cube my favorite rapper, ya'll niggas can't tell me nothin. Everybody's first bootleg was Boyz n the Hood, whoever thought Gangsta Rap
s the home of America's gangsta rap The place of danger where The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie!"} The {"Gangsta boogie"}, the {"gangsta boogie
smokin, chronic In my black locs, lookin, +AT+ you [The Game:] Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfuckin messiah of gangsta rap
gangster, in you - all my gangsters pour the brew This is for the gangster, in me This is for the gangster, in you - all my gangsters red and blue [Verse
bodyguards he can't get hit with the four, and 'cause he wear a vest don't make him Tupac Shakur, when you see me in the streets, ain't no security