how was Kennedy killed? I ain't mad, I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas With Latifah broke the code of Geneva I know when I reach the other side I
I might come across sweet, really I'm a rudie Ever since I started puberty I was looking in magazines just to see the nudity Truthfully, guess I don't care who you be, be I
, I'm not your boyfriend Shit I'm just that nigga you call That'll dig up in the roots ma break you off And, I can't lie I'm just a nigga from the syy
got what I'm delivering I say Robin ain't knowing about the hood that I'm living in Giving in? Never, I go all out when I climb The bottom line is that
trial, back on that cash cow Getting CREAM, however, a street brother know how Point blank, I'm pulling rank, calling shot, I got bank Pass the rock,
, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L Bobby Digital, Bobby Digital Alright, great job Dear momma, no need for the head drama I
you I'm just tryin' to get back to what really matters I'm tryin' to search my soul to find out what I'm after But the more I find my voice the more
What? What? Come on (Yeah) "Give me the fortune, keep the fame," said my man Louis I agreed, know what he mean because we live the truest lie I asked
this flow, but I got rich off respect Ask anybody who know me about my seeds Westside 9th street, I came up amongst the G's Crack game in 88, it took over shit I was there I
I know ya mad, I-I-I know ya mad I-I-I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad, I know ya mad I know ya mad 'cause you hate
I gets down Sound's got a lot I got my own I'm throwin passes Asses are grabbed, when I swing with The Roots Suits, I got none, but throwin off that accoutrements
be twenty-eight around Downtown battleground where cops parade around Have your whole view of life beyond jaded How everybody sick of breaking down, tryin' a make it out Hand over
R-double-O-T-S check the flow If you know like I know then you know the motto That's all the fake shit got to go In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy
got BIT the FLOW Yamean, it's bout to BLOW Check it out, c'mon wit the FLOW Yo yo, aight playa, I got whatever kind of flavor Rock from LA to Colorado to Decatur Wherever I
me send it out, so I ain't got to force quit Cause I'm doing better now, don't mean I never lost shit I was married to a state of mind and I divorced
jury, they're still deliberatin' I got half of they kids, tied up in a basement Nah I'm just playin' yo but that's how I'm playin' doe Dig what I'm sayin
know I love you baby, suga sista You know I need you baby, suga sista You know I love you baby, suga sista You know I need you baby I just got home
I give Throw ya back as I dig Like a broke mattress you had me sprung out But ain't nothin' changed you got to get out Get out, I don't wanna hug you