't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors be rockin Don't come frontin askin me for a pound You ain't invited
Rhyme Syndicate and Ice-T, I'd like to send This special shout out, 'Fuck the police, fuck the F.B.I., fuck the D.E.A. Fuck the C.I.A., fuck Tipper Gore
't signin' no checks like these My nigga, please, you ain't pushin' no wheels like these My nigga, please, you ain't holdin' no tecks like these My nigga, please, you don't
t no half-steppin Jeah, and on that note Iceberg Slim is back to rock her boat, c'mon Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!) But you don't want no commitment
item! Please don't like him" He don't wife 'em, he one night's 'em! Now she don't like him, she never met him Groupies try to take advantage of him, he won't
all night doin it to the sun light gettin' it to this bright light doin it on them twenty fours shinin' on them headlights C-C-Catch me in the nightclub
understand I am the guardian And understand there won't be no guarding him You will just get played like an accordion I don't give a damn if she's bossy
bag) Nah baby I ain't Fab When I f*** ya it's a wrap, I'ma put you in the cab Better be happy I rap, if I wasn't I'd be strapped with the(mass) and I..
destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit it Those jewels aren't
on the clutch minds on my money but my money ain't there but I will not resort to welfare I care can't stop won't stop couldn't even do it if I tried
the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G (Will.I.Am) Fergie Ferg rock hard most definatly on the M-I-C with L-Y-T I called Lyte so
, t-t-t (Ay, ay, ay, ay) T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T, to the A, to the S-T-E-Y, girl you
C G Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state Em G C G And the D.A. can't get no relief. Em G C
gonna bring you Em C A bottle of rain G Em F C There he goes, moving across the water G Em F C
, over East of Eden, yeah. Gm C Gm C Confused by the big city blues, he didn't
t you be surprised C C/E Showdown at big sky F D7 Darkness at high noon C C/E Showdown at big sky
Papa's on the highway with that steel driving crew Bm F#m Em G Sister's in the big house her working days are through C