Shit Feel this If your hoped we wouldn't make it, fuck you (Fuck you) Talk with a heart full of hatred, fuck you (Fuck you) And you said we wouldn't
gat Why you rather buy you a chain, I aim at your brain Nigga, robbery is all we know, so how we gon' go broke When we could always take all y'all dough
with a splash of Satan Stash right here with the ratchet waitin, since you hatin Name the place and the date and {"Put some money on it"} [Styles P]
Girls call my telephone just to hang up While me and you is in the crib, laying up Oh, he ain't tell you that we live together And that we gonna have
Yeah, uh huh, underground, never stop y'all Underground, K.P. y'all come on Ain't no stoppin' what we've done Don't give up this fight is won There's
he'll need antibiotics (Sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, She got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool I pity ya We live
there to get back we have to find some more (might as well get drunk) hangin our flyers up everywhere, we coulda sworn we was makin noise, (everybody knew us) finally we
, nigga?) We comin' with them thangs and we ready to ride (Where they at? Let's get 'em) Are you ready to die? (Live or die, live or die, live or die
you believe in God? Allah Gehova We live this thug shit, Don P bug shit 38 slug shit, fuckin out in public Nore and Maze told you how we feel some time
style Get it doggy style, you know your doggy's style I'ma mack or more and it's smash or more V I P up between the bathroom stalls We're the Dip, so
like, wow (You will be wonderin' what are we gonna do now) That's Cal, we see him we leavin' He schemin', he be beastin' Heard he kill people, we believe
honeys in the club To all the hoods that show me love, we ride, we ride To all my ballers rockin' ice, gettin' a room for the night Takin' first class flights, we ride, we
.I.P. Ain't nothin' wrong, all of my dogs came to ball And when we play the dance floor, y'all play the wall Like graffiti, changin' my style weekly Niggas know, we
up in the pen How many I kill goin for the cash Dude, I gotta do it for the stash Fill the getaway car up with gas, with the smash Whatever we make, P, we
trip in my 'Lac with me We can patch in You can go half on a sack with me We can find a freaky slut to beat And if it come down to it We can bust our
the whole thang How we get here, see we drove man Rollin in a 'Lac on them chrome thangs, whoa man We leavin 'em blowed, we leavin 'em throwed We rollin' for sho' We
'Cause if you been here before then you know how we do We came to rock the party all night long So party people won't ya sing that song We came to rock
the blue You through, you knew you shouldn't have done that Now how the fuck you figure that we wasn't gon comeback The D, the P, the G to C Westcoast