on the beach We can share, its only fair Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A
Break it off boy Cuz ya got me feelin naughty I wanna know boy If I could be ya shawty (yo, yo) Set it Off boy (yeah, yeah, yo yo, yo a yo, RiRi, SPZ)
Make ya bawl out (shout) Make ya holla me gah give affection in your direction We go all out Gyal, just follow we if ya love energy If ya whan pedigree
the fatigues And them markings on the cees Catch me with a bitch in Gucci Parkas and Capris With a set of full lips and bruise markings on her knees Ya'll 'gon run
how dare you got me on lock You got me open like a chest with pneumonia I fit ta run up on ya you and ya chicks im here to warn ya Carzy like them
to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet You ain't never heard a
gotta get bud, Wanna get a pound of that float stuff, some of that smoke and puff, And if ya smoke enough ya sure enough get pod'ed... Cleveland is
up It's Cleveland, until we get what we want we ain't leaving This is what we want with no chumps, please believe it [Hook x2] [3LW fading] 3-L-Dub
) That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we
Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.D We stay livin at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin, be state of the art We rockin ya block shit, wlyin
Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from reality Some thought we were blunted when we wrote this Cause we were far, from
laid back sit back An I'll ???? an me runnin' ???? as a matter a fact 'Cause I trappin' a back like a cool six pack now bring it back. Woah! United we stand, divided we
what ya'll thought I wasn't coming been in the L.A., few flicks, few millions back with the Fugees, foo-fighting for a few billions dub plate dealing, sound boy killin anything we
hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell records but a GGG-u not
You moved out the house, You a failure now And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West I whip yo head boy,
-40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes