it, we on top and won't leave it [Chorus: Kokane] Sometimes I feel like I'm lonely And sometimes I feel like I'm lonely [Kain] Uh, uh, yeah Ey yo C-I-O-F-F
'bout It's no sellout, I keep crime in my rhyme 'Cause it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs And lots of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD Words
All cops want me, so does the F.B.I. Because my rhymes are fly They still tryin' to stop me, shut me down block me Make motherfuckas boycott me But that will never
on the streets ain't the enemy They're just ghetto youth after money They sell drugs, but who sells drugs to them? Try the C.I.A. my friend Or the F.B
say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger Wanted by the F.B.I. for transport
's and dust Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us My nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got O.G.s like me B. Sig, Young Hov', Dame
mic for the symphony... (Attitude) Ok, ****(not understandable) Never mediocre Plenty bread so you know I gotta keep a toasta On my side b***h ride unless she a Oprah B
believe in the fact that he must want better for us like young C gotta do it for us my car broke down f*** the bus f*** the mayor f*** the city laws
c g c If you could save me c c em am From the ranks of the freaks g g+ Who suspect they could never love anyone em a7 G c g b7 Bridge: C g f c
it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a dime if you was Never
stay, never clockin' out Big bottles we poppin now No telling when we stopping now And I represent the Chic-A-G-O On the track with F-A-B-O You know we
wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga
why I yell, B E N Z we ride Straight to the corner, down to the side In the B E N Z we Roll around the corner with the, F O R T S C V and a nigga can
, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon Let's ride, let's ride, let's ride, let's ride *** ***, *** ***, *** ***, c'mon, c
Sun come shine in, Equinox rhymin', Layzie perfect timin' Grab my gun Much love to my nigga young Hova, Twista Bun B, Pimp C, A.C. Killer Get your money
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
and ain't never gon' make a switch dude Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like