when I was blowin' you See, that's what that mo and dro will do See, drink up, smoke up, come on, I got some more for you You like that? I got another
do Had to laugh at the aftermath now I'm after you and You want drama I'm a have to act a fool [Chorus: G-Dep] One way or another I'm a find ya And I
the fellas in the hood just itchin' to snitch But I got my stuff runnin' so tight and legit That the fans can't even make a spirit to stick So yo, they can go and find another
Sarah!!! Oh and one more thing, there's been several masked murderers spotted in the area. (Ch-Ch) (Chorus) Let's make fluffin utters, don't fucking mutter another
in your face and act like nothin's wrong When you turn your back, they hate, and play one of your songs Why don't you take your mask off, look me in the
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall Another
and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill' I said, "Cool then it's a done deal" Went to the pad and grabbed the black ski-mask
sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxy pads Enough oxy cotton to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Whack job in a bag and a black stalkin' cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask
And you know what happened? Robbin', shootin', killin', murder (Murder, murder) Robbin', shootin', killin', murder (Murder, murder) Hennied up, ginnied up, ski mask
hell was that? I heard a noise, where you going? What are you bananas?, You can't go back there stupid ass, I've just seen a woman in a Freddy Krueger mask
' wake the neighbors We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily What you want? What you want? A person from another
Wake up think I have a cramp I'm trying to shove the lava lamp up my father's ass I think I'm out of gas, man I think I need another mask I'd ask my mother
friends I'm about my business I get it from Slim I grind hard, yeah Cashville I'm swagged up Pimping in the car, I'm going to mask up or bang up Hustler
Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty steps we stoop to new lows, hell froze the night the city slept The beast crept through concrete jungles communicatin with one another
so we can become stars Nude photographs of titties and asses Increase our buzz, impress the masses (uh) I thought she was supposed to be so passive Now you just another
got is my mind, I can't lose that I'ma use that, even though a nigga mind gone It ain't lost, cause I know where it's at Just on another level than boys
come watch me perform, but they don't go, and if I'm Stranded and I need a ride, they say they coming but they don't show Picture me walking down the feeter, everybody masking
a call from Jive that left us all faded And it stated, that due to the success of the track We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back Get another