Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack. Don't wanna fuck with me. (Dogg Pound gangstaz). We do it like that. Motherfuckers out there be like, takin' our styles.
City High, Booga Bassment. Here come another one, uh. . I know things ain't work out for you and me, lady. But don't worry 'bout my child. 'Cause I'm gonna take care of him baby.
It's a ghetto fairytale. Hey yeah yeah yeah. . It was two weeks before my son's birthday. DT's ringing my bell. (Ma'am we need to ask a few questions).
They just gave up on our entire generation. So, we were all pushed to the side. 'Cuz we didn't see the world through our teachers eyes. When all we needed was a little bit of motivation.
What's up my nigga?. Chillin' yo. What's up man, ya ready to go? Come on. Naw yo, you just go ahead. . What's wrong with you man?. Wifey got you buggin' again?.