[tash]. (who we got? ). We got catash and kuruption. What the fuck is yo' function?. . We got catash and kurupt. 'bout to fuck shit up. I'm sippin' nuttin' but the best; what you got in yo' cup?.
Yo Yo. . Bay-C: T O K. . Gal you a lead...(HEY)...yes indeed...(HEY). There gonna lead...(HEY)...(HEY)...(HEY). Gal you a lead...HEY...yes indeed...(HEY).
Do it. . It's not the size of the dog in the fight. But the fight and the dog. Let's surprise and take a slog. And if you get a knife from behind there.
Go, get out of my house. Please and actually give me back my keys. But I'll be proper angry. If you're not back later on your knees. . Look, if I'm talking to you you shouldn't be gawping in thin air.
Geezers need excitement. If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence. Common sense, simple common sense. Geezers need excitement. If their lives don't provide them this they incite violence.
Tonight's the night, tonight's the night. Girl you lookin so fly, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do. Said I wanna get it on, mmhmmm. Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do.
[Ali]. I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo. Gortex figaro, jeans Hilfiger though. Starched up, hit the Amaco. Bought a Philly, sparked up. Lunatics'll blow the park up.
I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo. Gortex figaro, jeans Hillfiger though. Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly sparked up. Lunatics will blow the park up.
I'm on my way to my show, uh, shirt Polo. Gortex figaro, jeans Hillfiger though. Starched up, hit the Amaco bought a Philly sparked up. Lunatics will blow the park up.
Game Over by Sterling Simms Lyrics. Game Over by Sterling Simms Lyrics. Game Over by Sterling Simms Lyrics.
I watched you leave and it was hard to breath,. My chest got tight like I got asthma and I don t even smoke like that. But how can I take you back when, we don t even work like that.
[Verse 1: SPM]. From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets. We stick together like Cuban's links. I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle. Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle.
(One time baby...for all my G's, for all my G's uh...). . [SPM]. Pistol grip pump on my lap at all times. Still I got thump like the boy Carmine. Hold the block down in my camouflage suit.
Yo Russell Simmons, this is your commander in chief. Of your West Coast operations, Havoc the Mouthpiece. My orders are to assemble a team of 6 of the West Coast's dopest rappers.
Another soldier from the Central with the 80 in my pocket. A nigga's knocked it and I fucked him like socket. Cleared his fuckin' ass, 'cause I never play the last place.
Opio:. . The hieroglyphics crew mics of the round table. Unstable mc's parade on stage. Like we the best. Get snatched by the dragnet. Lyrics cascade.
It goes one, two, three. That's the count of the immaster mount that's got scrilla. We got the killa Taj. And willa young lady looking sensuous to socialize.
[Intro][jD]. My grandma,. She use to live in this house by the sea,. On the cliffs of the Atlantic ocean,. Tucked deep in Connecticut,. She use to tell me stories that put me to sleep,.
Doggy, what you gon' play now?. Loco, I don't know but whatsonever it is. It's gots to be funky. . Li'l sumthin', sumthin' like that there, you understand me?.