it rip Wig Out!! - exit Nobody cares if you wanna flip If everyone stares there just jealous If yer home alone put your pajamas on turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
rip Wig Out!! - exit Nobody cares if you wanna flip If everyone stares there just jealous If yer home alone put your pajamas on turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
the fake and fraugulent in out of Pac And they gotta stop it When they got us in shit that not might beast the rock When I pull out the heatseeker, cock
on all yall, And I'll never hold up, Especially when I'm rosed out, Better bring your click, Them guns run, roll out or get blown out, You dont....wanna
[Pos] It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back with letters spellin out
Steppin out of Chevies with heat that's heavy - that's president Bullets flyin for them dead guys - that's president Led meltin inside your wig - that
killer Axe murder boy, wig cat peeler I can wear a filler jacket and look fresh I pimp it like David Koresh...was People think I got bombs in my locker
Yo I walk like egyptians around your pyramids Here's a kid, that spits raw lyrics and splits your wig Transform my right arm to hydrogen bombs For my
of victory, the agony, defeat We crush slow, flamin deluxe slow For, judgment day cometh, conquer, it's war Allow us to escape, hell glow spinning bomb Pocket full of shells out
it , let it rip, wig out! Exit Nobody cares if you wanna flip If everyone stares there just jealous If yer home alone put your pajamas on Turn the music up and let the neighbors wig
Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!! Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get the guns out Set the shit off with the
the chemicals Then they call us the criminals Crackas make all the loot And we just get the residuals Niggas will rob and shoot on you Crackas will drop a bomb
ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out Fuck the
and burn 'em with dirty 380's Then they come to kill our babies, that's all out I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out Fuck the fallout
Axe murder boy, wig cap peela I can wear a Fila jacket and look fresh I'm pimpin' like David Caresh Why's it that people think I got bombs in my locka
, And Quit Fuckin' Judgin' Every Fuckin' Body Else, Anyway All We Tryin' To Say, Is Our Bomb Ass LP Is Headed Your Way, A Lil' Somethin' For The Underdogs Out
kind of mosh pit You get your wig split [D-Loc] Who the mothafucka in the pit talking shit? (Shit!) Who the mothafucka that want the wig split? (Split
