have been a doctor or a Harvard priest But I wound up being a freak like me Shame, nothing you can do to hide Shame, just a little pain inside Shame
tirer Pour la competition, la domination Premier de tous les pas vers la colonisation P.A.I.X. fixe le but de nos mixes Disque A.T.O.N. evite l'avenement
that the pot broke But here goes 5 G's and dubs You can probably catch mo' 'cause I chop slugs Blood bubbles, so I charge it to the game with no shame
!) Damn Baby U So Exotic (Exotic) Holler My Name Out When I'm Inside It (Little Boo) No Shame I Ate Her Products Lil Wayne-Little Boo] Tickeled the p***
dig nigga? You ain't gone take my life, I'll split yo wig nigga. [B.G.] Nigga it's rough, comin' up, in the U.P.T., N.O.P.D investigatin' murders constantly
the only sex left is some left hand shame And girl I left you cause u left the game and if that don't feel right then u Can write my name Cause I'm
another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care? Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What did you know? What
back Punk nigga, I'ma tell ya straight to your face Right before I take off bombin' straight to your face It's that West Coast, D O double G, flow Lookin
the rock of all these gangs, 'cause I always rock the streets with a ball u know, oh oh oh oh oooh I'm a lyrical G, step to rock the S-H-O-T shot! [CHORUS
intended For the slick headed wonder, wearer of saggy pants Old school kicker, reviver of the circumstance Got a backpack with a fat stack of fac I got a three, oh, so P.O
the o-l-o [parrish smith] And me, the capital d, the o to c The a.k.a., the p the m the d [erick sermon] And me, the e to the d to the o To the u to
fair So when you're hearing the point of this affair? Yet somebody told me it's going nowhere It's going nowhere Z Y X W V U T S R Q P O N M L K J I
! [FROST P] Yo! This is it! heh hah haa! The beef's kickin' off now! (s'fun now) Frost P! Bruce Grove N17. Z-U! Let's take down these duck birds. (nice
U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D I can't bring myself to say it. No siree I'm a carriage with no marriage I'm a van without a man I've been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D Was
your face, when we rhyming, we been crazy Throw mad bullets at you, jumping in new spacely All my goons is frustrated, groan at they P.O.'s It's obvious
Anarchy's become another word for 'got 10p to spare?' What did you know? What did you care? Another way of saying 'I'm O.K., sod you out there'. What
on through to Thursday Never losin a bout, never ending in doubt Every confrontation K.O. knock out On his never ending journey to the T.O.P. The L.A
