clit ring The strawberries' for you, girl, I'ma lick the cream Blow my mind, so blow my mind But before you do, girl, come in my room And lay on the bed, and free your mind I
clit ring The strawberries for you, girl I'm a lick the cream Blow my mind, so blow my mind But before you do, girl come in my room And lay on the bed, and free your mind I
prism I see I don't wanna go to prison I make the decision to get liver Reminiscin' as I take a listen to my nigga 'Pac While I envision my 'Ambitions
(C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah (C'mon) Yeah, yeah, yeah" It's like that [Helter Skelter] Hey yo, I can rhyme as long as my dick get pumped, I grabs the mic
and TIP Pretty girls in the V.I.P They came with Dre, they don't need I.D. Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Blow the whistle Your mind
in the game no name Shot past I know it hurts Of course I deserve to be where I am When I come from where I come And I don't mind being assessed But
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
a motel, and splashed by the hundreds I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running I don't ask if I want it, my attitude is running, yup Mega ice
for the fuck of it Pop I blow I smoke, I blow I smoke 'em out there just like grass S-P-V, R-I-C, creeped up on your monkey ass Mitchell Heights, B-V-
when I aim at the miscellaneous Ask me ask ask why why I'm the strangest Because Nobody ever wanted me rappin' But I knew within me I could make it happen
I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that Yo, I never brag, how
pop bottle ya'll sit on ya'll feet Screaming my name tryna get in V.I.P. I don't own the club boo I'm just showing love true But every time I see ya face I
I can bust you out with my super sperm I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it , do it An I'm here an I'm there I'm big bang hank, I'm everywhere
and Moe [Turk] I start to poppin' niggas start to droppin' I'm havin' fatal thoughts I think I'm fuckin' Shell Shockin' Niggas bangin' Four, Five rangin' in my ear I
nigga claiming that 17th nigga I heard that nigga B.G. claiming V.L. nigga (That nigga Turk claiming that T.C. too) (But I ain't mad at y'all for what
nigga, I gotta let the pistol go Show niggas, that I ain't the one to blow on I told ya nigga with the four four I get it on I roll with niggas, that
to blow your mind 'Cause I'm the diggy diggy D.O.C. and I would've been down wit rock But I was smart, the D.O. to the C. now on the formula It's rough
