Come on, bring it, come on, come on.... . Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang. Cables, links, ropes and chains. Skrilla for rilla, money ain't a thang.
, Mudd (5 Ela), T-3 (Slum Village)). . [Chorus 2X: Kon Artis]. It's however, it's whatever you like. If you that nigga tryna get ahead and you know you right.
). . [Chorus: Nate Dogg]. All these niggaz talkin 'bout what they gon' kill. Heard you caught a misdemeanor then I heard you squeal. Holdin hands with the D.A. while you made your deal.
All your troubles and all you do. All the evil you put out comes back to you. . (Prozak). It's just another day for me I'm askin ya'll to pray for me.
[Hook: Dyemond Lewis]. Maybe im in love with your soul, in love with your soul. Maybe im in love with your soul, in love with your soul. Cause i think about you day and night, night and day.
Hey yo, my flow burns so hot. Im cooked like the coke up. Boy it will over scorch you,. Be a soldier on your frontline. Im wicked with the rapping. The sickest nigga on the drop.
I am not what you thought, I am all seen. I am the top of New York. This is Empire state boy sit. I ain't ballest in the worst flow. Bring it on, I am thrown.
(C.Kirschner) Produced by Concetta and Curtis Curtis. I enter, take my seat at the bar. Order Hennessy straight up with a straw. Adjust my person so my person looks good.
You know we were eatin' dinner at the Red Lobster the other night. and as I looked across the table and into your eyes. I thought to myself, damn you're smooth.
(C. Ambrose, C. Kirschner, M. Linn, W. Sipser). Guitar: Cezhan Ambrose Bass: Walter Sipser. Drums: Money Mike Linn Vox: Concetta. Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI).
Like an all-day sucker. . It's two o'clock, and who that knockin' on the door?. It's like a drum, that's Momma Dukes, ballin', callin' me a bum. And then I'm comin' to my senses.
b INTRO:. b0. I WANT YOU SO BAD. SO BAD. SO BAD. TONIGHT. I WANT YOU SO BAD. SO BAD. TONIGHT. . b VERSE1:. b0. IM FEELING GOOD. BUT I NEED TO FEEL A LITTLE BIT BETTER.
Chorus:]. Why Are We Waiting For The Sun To Go Down. We Both Want It So Lets Get It Started Right Now. Time Are The Essence And I Don't Wanna Waste Light.
Well you, good for you. . Im not so sexual as yourself. Every day is just an extension of yesterday, a hassle. And getting out of bed in the morning is like slow suicide.
"I've seen you on the street" "Where you from?" "From Oakland". "Nah, you're not from Oakland, I know Oakland". . Let's take a ride with the boy from the Eastside.
Life, it's all about sex, money and murder. To all those motherfuckers out there. Who can't deal with it, you just a punk ass bitch. . Sex, money and murder, elements of the streets.
[Intro]. (Pooh-Man). . Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga. Straight from west block San Quinn prison. serving five year sentence on a robbery case.
Break 1. Take it down when I'ma take it down. Cause when I'am rock up on the mic to the break of dawn. Something's on, Somethings on and I mean it goes on.
Sonchyenne, tell me about mankind. And all of my lifetimes with you. (All my lifetimes with you). Day glow, talk to me about rainbows. (Day glow). And all of my lifetimes with you.