Stick up,hands in the air You move,you lose 'cause the ICE don't care No chance to run,don't shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist
buy time, that shit was expensive. So I shamelessly self-promoted The radio station would open doors and opportunities Eventually made it to Oakland where anticon accepted me with open hands
?s bed. But I was off to the white house, with 6 greyhounds and a sign. Practiced my speech to the president, I memorized every line. After a few days
they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette player, tape in the radio y'all!!!} (Where are
[Redman] This is WKYA, We Kickin Yo' Ass radio All you motherfuckers out there that wanna get down with the pound put your motherfuckin pounds up, and
overlaps ODB)] [Ghostface] Yo I'm bent out, three days two nights yo I'm spent out One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin
hand - ah You had so much detail, he could not understand ya MAU listen to it sing He said "it's dread" as he held you by the hand I couldn't hear a
the choice to fight back Living by the corporate code of corruption It takes one to teach one the layout of seduction Prosecute the perpetual predicaments Punishing the listener by handing
Verse 17: E-40] The Bay Area, f**kers we proper Open you up if you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make
E-40] The Bay Area, fuckers, we pop em Open you up if you got a problem Up top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice
blood [Verse 17: E-40] The Bay Area, f**kers we proper Open you up if you got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of
Now a days everybody wanna talk But nothing comes out when they moving they lips Just a bunch of jibberish And muthafuckers act like Eminem ain't
your squad but I'm not from the bronx One of those things I'm carrying that long You ain't know I don't play the radio homes The Radio play every song