provide by any means I'ma great conversationalist, you should know what I'm about When you look at me baby you should see a way out Out the hood, out the drama
With so much drama in the L-B-C It's kinda hard bein Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single
left all them bitches behind, til I got to channel fifty-two and there I found myself on Good Times Here was me and this nigga named J.J. Out on a double
bringin' And ain't none of my crimes petty So nigga don't test me On the westsides I rides in a lo-lo dippin' them corners From the double glock to Watts
I spray, niggas pray, lay on the sidewalk Color blood red, body outlined in chalk My rhymes, two zigs all nines Hard hit when they spit, split wigs double time
for too long, but thats all right na-na-nah Who said a black man in the illuminati? Last time I checked, that was the biggest racist party Last time
ma gave you heart with all thats left cause i love all your talkin feel your person or could we double the force im meanin more drama but harbe girl ima
, O, 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
killah)] Generals on deck, what's up, son? (yeah, yeah, yeah... come on!) Salut this (library shit) (rock the belt, uh-huh, you know what time it is)
To Be On Milk Cartoons Missing in The Double Xl, Supreme Clientele since Then I Have No Birthday, My Sign's Not For Sale if I Had A Dollar, For Every Time
on their wigs and if it come to it, been known to decap kids blair-witch style, c a f wirtten in twigs in the thick situations, easy times and complications from very short times
BUM-BA-CLAHT) You must have been so severely mistaken, If Hip-Hop today's a yard full of leaves, its time for rakin', Ain't no time for playin', pay attention
No regrets except for the drama I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it's time ya bow down in ?
No regrets except for the drama I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind in the wrong direction Now it?s time ya bow down in ? Writ
of commas No regrets except for the drama I remember a time when my only perfection was my momma My mind on my long erection Now it's time ya bow down
that's work till the summer though, papa chicken ... homies that ain't this way they don't want no drama noh ... sipping ... rolly your bus down, call the perfect timing
Cam'ron) Come to our parties They drinking that more Bacardi The music is hard body They puffing that Bob Marley That jonga The arsenal momma even ready for drama
seems to predict the forbes state of being rich But never switch rich But which way is up The webstorial monarch sparks once more The beginning of a world wide tour My show is fine, no props like last time