I been there - been there Done that - done that You got guns? - we got guns Yo, I got straps - we got straps A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth
Hit this motherfucker G, no, naw man, I can't fuck with that Aww man, I been dealin' witchu for three motherfuckin' months You ain't hit the pipe in front
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They say, "A black man is a pimp", Well let me tell you the biggest pimp On planet motherfuckin' earth, is her Momma It's her Momma that told her, "Get
I got more class than most of 'em, ran wit the best of 'em Forgave the less of 'em, and blazed at the rest of 'em What can I say? Cal-i-for-ni-A Where
Hey, yo whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic witchu? Nigga what? Fo' sho' Roll that shit up Hell yeah, still 'Always into somethin', heart
But I'm guaranteein' you bitches leavin' three less two Never mind what that love and hate one pairs do Y'all just snicker at that hooker when we all pass through Dr
All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! All these niggaz and all these hoes in here Somebody here gon' fuck! All these niggaz
When darkness be closin' in I'm motivated, with the howlin' wind With a list of chosen men, frozen in sin Knowin' that your end is beginnin' Swift silent
It's fuckin' ackrite Question is, can I get some? Knahmsayin'? Ackrite bitch When I see you in the spot, you just ackrite, you knahmsayin'? When I yank
[Dr. Dre] This one is for my brother, Tyree, R.I.P. .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background] .. A message to God .. [Mary J. Blige sings in the background
Things just ain't the same for gangsters Times is changing, young niggas is aging Becoming old Gs in the game and changing To make way for these new names
at that shit Hangin' that motherfucker, goddamn That nigga chromed out up under that motherfucker Hangin' on the bumper X Hey, hang that shit What up, Dr
There once was a girl I knew named Bridgette She asked me was my dick a grown man or a midgette Of course I had to show her all my balls, ring ding-aling
Listen as he executes the funky flute He can play it at a noise so watch him blow it While I be speakin' deep down in your eardrums How do you like it
Dead (Blunt time-pull out your philly) Ha ha, mighty aftermath (Sip a glass of 'gnac, reload your nine milli) Whose soul ever contest, dead In me ear
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Now this this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a hoe that he like But you can't make a hoe a housewife