part of you Part of this is somewhere Part of this is wondering Part of this is parting this Part of this is this part, part of this is this part Because part
owe you breakfast in bed, oh baby And your orange juice sitting on a coaster Toast on the side' baby, strawberry and grape jelly You finished, let me get that
hair No hatin' on my part (Part) Let the ceremony start (Start) Crowd around us somethin' new, sittin' on top of the arch (Arch) STL, where I dwell, north side
oh oh oh oh Forever, baby, you and me, baby I will be your man, you'll be my lady We'll walk hand in hand, side by side I will be the perfect groom,
bitch come to me the other day man Talkin' about she wanna do an old pimp, I knocked that bitch down man I asked that bitch "What part that you understand
WC] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience like Mike Vick walking in the dog
WC] Dub-Cuda, lick, kid or get robbed And over here we the headbangers like the jet squad All raw with the raw flow, shake up the audience like Mike Vick barking in the dog
Well the South side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there You better just beware of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy, more
nothin to hide Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal Matter fact I'd like that now." You'
[Paris] Take it back to the days when we raised us up 'Fore coward-ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on
Word, that was trippy Whassup with you Black Thought man, wassup? Word, organix, groovy stew grits With cheese and mad honey That ain't nuttin man That's the grits that
cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black home Compton that's my backyard That's where
times in a rhyme You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind Einstein understand that your third eye's blind You lack creativity that
prevoke I'm bout to change the fucking game, pass the remote. Money is everything, and it's every other thing I'm part of the choir and its the motto that
, taught birth control and abortion Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part The devils cursed God and reversed God And turned God into dog
to shoot up every part of you wit' my arsenal, I'm a arsonist or the 40cal wit' the 50 clip, uh, uh You don't want no parts of this Let me do your medulla
I'm on the south side of Chicago lookin' for a real hoe I dont see a touchdown, arms up field goal Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low Lil'
Pits always had it on lock I'm from the bottom bitch ya'll can keep a fucking top my dog [?] bout to jump out [?] look at the way that Chico been running
