I hit it from the back and be the best When it come to sex a motherfucker got a mean name First I pull up in a Rolls Then I get you up out them clothes Strike
out the midst Checking ya style is too close for coffin Put me to stand and nigga ya playing If your all shit surrounding I'm abandoning I strike back
can tell you where the mob at At the click, summer sunnin where the broads at Diggin all that, smokin weed until they come and we can fall back Shootin back
take you to court Think you seein' Judge Joe Brown they just actin' Indy's throwin' Tyson back in another year Fuckin' with a nigga's career I cock back
corner so I snatched the bitch in the back The Dogg in me feels for the lust but the hogg in me makes me wanna bust Back to the drawin down board Nowadays
that lingers over the city There it is and I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin' up Old school memories that I keep stored in the back
Talkin' 'bout I couldn't put my feet on the fire hydrants To tie my kicks, $50 ticket, 'bout to strike and picket And shout at the City Hall, motherfuck
Good evening Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California Where five black men were found dead
m blessed like the seed who sucked the milk from Mahalia You wishin' Shaolin Island could be swallowed up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of
Where have all the riots gone As your city's model gets pulverized? What's in love is now in debt On your birth certificate So strike the fucking match
Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes
bowling, but hit strike like it's a protest in the poaches Swavey [Hook] [Verse 3] Uh, last verse but the nigga back first With a billi and a milli
strapped so I'll never be afraid Where did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets? Running with G's and dope fiends will they jack me? Can't turn back
Cheetah And give a call to the wild when I greet her, meow The coochie leader, bend on over and touch your toes And I can jump up on a dresser and strike
was never my own Maybe someday you'll have nowhere to turn You'll look back and wonder 'bout the bridges you have burned You'll look back sometime when
's time to take a stance and strike a blow Pump fists and advocate for rock 'n' roll Do you remember back in 1994 How fourth wave cities, they reopened
signature Upon this wretched fucking city Mailbox arson My sweet revenge Mailbox arson My sweet revenge I'll strike a match and burn away Every tie that binds me to this place I'll strike
island of his two pump Texaco He keeps 'em movin' on down the road Come back real soon to his two pump Texaco He's heard about those big city shop '