Im like some coca-cola. Better yet a motorola. Man time is gettin shorter. Or should i say like colda. Man cats is gettin bolder. From moving banking soda.
cocaine! (mm). she can be your bestsest friend in the beginning but yo that's just the end. cocaine! (mm). in my neighborhood guns and drugs, but the number one dope yo among the thugs is -.
My drug/rap competitiors, they come in flocks. I can't sleep 'cause when I do I think the game gon' stop. So I'm awake like an owl at a quarter to three.
yeah. its frisco's finest. and see it as a priviledge when quipto rhymin. if ya ( look in my eyes ) you can see that they slanted. my sly samarai chopp you down with a hatchet.
Clipboard full of game. Go ahead Romeo do your thing.. Early one morning with a freaky ho* tapped on her shoulder said lets go. She turned around and said oh no.
[Verse 1]. When I met you baby, you was for sale. I just stepped out of the county jail. For a punk ass misdemeanor. My P.O. dont like Nickatina. And an old man was lettin' ya go.
You know I laugh like a fat king. And when I rap it's like the sound when a gat sings. Undercover, yea you know like butter. Stretch like rubber. I make sure payments like the ultimate cutter.
THE PHONE RANG, IT WAS A GUY THAT I KNEW. AND HE SAID,THEY'RE GUILTY. EVERY FUCKIN' COUNT. HE SAYS THEY'RE DONE. . (ANDRE). TIGER, I THINK YOU BETTER GET IT RIGHT.
The phone rang, it was a guy that i knew. And he said, that your guilt. Every fuckin' account. He says you're done. . (Nndre Nickatina). Tiger, i think you better get it right.
[Andre Nickatina]. Sometimes I feel like I'm caught in a verse. Or I'm Bobby Fischer but nobody cared to search. Can't look my mother in the eye no mo'.
Man if you know me, you know we homies. Itch, you're tied, demanding one and only. It's like the candy rain, all in the house of pain. And the one that hustle will survive, mane.
This is a dedication. A secret celebration. A rick James thang. A May west thang. You get cocaine dope mane pills mane. Mary Jane and everything. Have you spending money mane.
[Chorus: Mac Dre]. Ford, Chev, whatever ya got. Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot. Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got. Push it man, don't be scared to squat.
[Chorus: Mac Dre]. Ford, Chev, whatever ya got. Don't mean shit, shit ain't hot. Lincoln, Caddy, whatever ya got. Push it man, don't be scared to squat.
La crisis de un MC frente a su cuaderno. Cuya pagina blanca abierta espera de su atuendo. Pero, ningún traje es suficientemente bueno. Ella quiere mas.
What? well fuck you, bitch. . Bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me. Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me. Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge gi gi gi gi gi.
[Ambassador talking]. In a day in time. When hip-hop seems to be runnin' things on earth. It's time to direct it's attention toward heaven. Let's do this!.
COMPTON ISN'T TOO FAR AWAY. by Afroman. . When I was young we wanted to get out the ghetto. But after we moved out of the ghetto. It was hard to get things we needed.
Afroman - Cali Swangin'. Ruckus. . BABY - MAKE ME FEEL ALRIGHT. . Nobody feels - like a "G" feels. when he post up his '64 on three wheels. Daddy ask me "what you wanna be when you grow up".