a nine Nigga on my breath, money on my mind (yeah) You god damn right motherfucker it's on again Coolio what's the plan? [Coolio] It's a motherfuckin
the Lord hand me We pull guns, you niggas don't pull a damn thing The only thing you niggas pullin' is a hamstring Roll the dice, man, we kill time gambling W
probaly got a problem with a hater I got a boss that's my young OG, OMG I'm here bae bae, and I can't leave Guess I'm lookin for a girl with a body like
m peelin' rappers' heads, makin' a sam-a-wich Think I'ma turn into and put a bullet inside of a Motherfucker from Westside, a 1987 box I'm headed up,
more like Charles Bronson Rhymes (what?) hey, hey, I got a million of em Takin this so-called gangster rap to another level The capital W to the motherfuckers C-me in a
[W.C.:] Twist the cap back and turn it up and Back to get it crackin' in this motherfucker Comin' through like pardon me, excuse me Smellin' like ooh-
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young Hogs
thinkin for a minute hit that ass make a move on them Hey! hennessey with the chardonnay, mix it I put the trees in the ??, twist it (whooaa yeah) A
, man [J-Zone scratches] R.A He's rugged! Alright friends, on your feebles [R.A.- Verse One] Yo, see how they go, hip hop R-A-Hay-Ohh I'm a Special Ed
away today at 6:45 PM, Cedars Sinai Hospital, due to complications from AIDS. A definite West coast legend, brought you N.W.A., brought you Michel'le, brought you D.O.C
a little Now they think I'm big headed They way they talked about it, like a bitch said it Just wanted to show the homies that I, came up But they, hated, twisted
[W.C.] Uh, dat's riir, niir! Back once again, it's Dub C: the shadiest Introducing ya'll to the newest members of my clique: Young Shane, wit Young
status I want a janky bitch, a janky bitch A bitch straight down penitentiary bound With the qualifications of a hoe like you C-sections tattoos stretch marks and bullet wounds A
to crush a nigga I get a nigga mad enough to where he snuff a nigga Dont have a toast, yo, you fuck around and bust a nigga You got to love a nigga,
breath for you Your faggot ass squad wouldn't bleed for you Get flatlined I'm the wrong one Short temper with a long gun My blick longer that a W.I.C
so her friend wanna fuck me That one named Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy, W dot Huddy We're going to party, fiesta And stay fly, foreva C'mon, c
a row go quick from the clip Shit, sit a nigga down quick when I'm pitchin a bitch You see light then you takin a trip Five hours, spill a clip and make
than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealin' with the P I G C O W A R D Cro magnum, meter maid fed
