Windows down, pedal to the sneakers,. Turn up the volume, blow out the speakers,. Best clothes on, going down on fire,. Turn the lights off, turn the music higher..
I speak for all my niggaz livin' in the rush. Slow it down just a notch, baby. It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright. . Life in high speed. Fuck the punishment, tie weed.
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone. Ain't that a bitch. Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh. For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous. . When they be fuckin' fifty deep.
Let it be prophesied, niggaz'll die because ya crew's goon. Around the way niggaz get murdered by the full moon. Heard it in whispered tones, niggaz is bold and they choose to roll.
Dear Lord. As we down here, struggle for as long as we know. In search of a paradise to touch (my nigga Johnny J). Dreams are dreams, and reality seems to be the only place to go.
Word it's like all we got left. Teardrops and closed caskets. Throw it up fool, hey nigga. Tell me how you feel homie. Yeah. . It took a week to go down, you recollect and see how crazy it sounds.
Life. What the fuck is life for niggaz like us?. Been wakin' up to another muthafuckin' day. I'm the type of soldier. A nigga that seen. Everythin' in my muthafuckin' eyes.
Yo, I can see that you obviously don't know me or my homies. We OUT Lawz, fuck the phonies. A wise hustler once told me, it's on you. Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true.
Hehe, yeah that's that shit right there. Is this that shit that make a nigga just. It remind me of, matter of fact I"ma tell y'all. I wasn't gonna share this but I'll share it witch'all.
Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh. We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz. A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed. A seven-piece outfit with a mink vest.
A pool party at the church, G'd up and others barbequeing. Ain't no telling what your daddy and your momma doing. Chewing on these baby-backs popping bottles with these macks.
213. . Childhood homies way back in the day. Since then it's been 213 the hard way. Rappin' on the street corners, young as can be. All the local groups called us Run-DMC.
213. . Childhood homies way back in the day. Since then it's been 213 the hard way. Rappin' on the street corners, young as can be. All the local groups called us Run-DMC.
Funny how time flies. Funny how one thing leads to another. Funny how mothers cry. Funny how we live at night and in the gutter. Funny how cash rules everything around me.
Told you she's a ho, groupie luv. Yeah, lay me down in yo' town. An' I'm lookin' for some groupie luv. Can you help me out? Hey, Warren G, wassup?. . I need a ride or die groupie that can get dirty in Gucci.
Wooh. Ya! Welcome to da church volume II exclusive 213. (Hah hah). My nephew Nate Dogg in da house. Nate Dogg holla at 'em where you at. . Ridin' in my car and I'm listening to the radio.
She said she wants to ride my joysticc. She act like she wanna ride my joysticc. . I got it lock when it comes to females. Y'all niggaz still buyin' cock at retail.
Lil' girl from the ghetto ran away from home. Tryin' to be a fucking woman acting way too grown. Then she ran across the border homie, 24-inch chromes.
Wait a minute, lonely girl. They try to warn me. They say, you're horny. Eager to give it up. . Take a minute, lonely girl. I'll be your daddy. Be what you wanna be.
One for the treble, two for the bass. She's my beauty queen, she's my everything. When I wake up in the morning gotta get that thing. This is where I wanna be with Mary Jane, sweet Mary Jane.