Intro:. [willie d of geto boys]. Still going. Yeah, here we go again. We bout to roll on some motherfuckers. G.B. rap-a-lot mafia. Recognize the mob nigga.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. . Verse 1. . Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right. A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth.
I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time. I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine. I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time.
Verse one: bushwick bill. . I told you size wasn't shit. That's why I murdered your neices. Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces. Don't let 'em run.
Once upon a time at the Honeycomb hideout. Sugarbear and Mikey sat alone gettin' fried out. Lucky walked in with this nigga name Rice Grain. Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game.
Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock. The problem child is in the house, I'm lettin' off shots. Biggedy bang, biggedy bang, hit them motherfuckers dead.
Hey yo, check dis dope ass beat out. Willie back in da muthafuckin house and I got my niggas. Da menace clan on dis one to help me out. And we representin our God damn selves.
[ verse 1: willie d ]. No sooner than I walk in the club I'm gettin love from the masses. Women admirin my baldhead and glasses. They makin passes, I see they asses, I'm gettin flirty.
Geto boys. Geto boys. . Geto boys. Geto boys. . (don't fuck with me) --> tony montana. . [ verse 1: johny c ]. As I walked through 5th ward, I saw this man.
(scarface). Let me get when I rock the...the..the.... This shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it man. Daym, wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music.
All I have in this scar is balls (x6). balls, right word (gunshot). balls, right word (don't fuck with me). balls, right word (gunshot). balls, right word (don't fuck with me).
Let me hear a stone croak,. I ain't wit being broke. I'm tired of my mother bustin ass for other folks. gettin nowhere fast. while the ho on the corna makin mo money selling ass..
( *phone rings* ). [ operator ]. Too black records. [ james a. smith ]. Yeah, this is jay. [ operator ]. Hold on, jay. [ too black records representative ].
Have to put a 74 codes for my thug niggas. wishing to be out with the bad ass brother and my nigga ace to try. end the stugle with out no case with brothers like me all about make it real good and smooth with no kind of stuggle couse it brothers how hustle with no kind of determantion. only to look inside the inmey eys with one eye you can only see the knowlege of the hoover pass with out comes of many homies that bow up this shit. till tha day the world blows gd TILL THE END.
There's far too many of you dying. . June, 28 was the date 38. Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake. And everybody's dressed up in black suits.
Yo, let's do it. We gon' do this one. Let the beat ride for a minute though. Will, him in the house from the town. FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down.
(Yeah) Soms word ik wakker rond een uur of vijf,. en kan ik niet meer slapen, dus maak ik een ontbijt.. Spring achter m'n computer en ik maak een nieuwe track,.
chorus 1. I know my momma loves me. I know my poppa loves me. I know the camera loves me. I can tell my brother loves me. I know that Boston loves. And San Francisco loves me.
Chorus (Mariami). In the waking hour I see your face. In the waking hour I feel your (oh). In the waking hour feel my body race. In the waking hour. Baby I see that the game is unspoken so if you play with me.
chorus. The moon is out tonight (it's bright). is everything alright? (not quite). I wouldn't act like I know (no) know (no) know (no) know (no) know.