(INTRO). Eh!? Danger Money's in the building,. It's P.C.T on a Mikey.... J co-production, it's the sequel, chapter.... Two in the saga, where it gets harder....
(INTRO). Danger Money's in the building.... It's P.C.T.... Putting the bass in your body.... And the melody in your soul.... Letting the whole world know....
Gran hustler. . Look girl you sexy as you wanna be but you just a wanna be. I can't help ya I don't love ya, I just met ya I might shove ya. Will I plug you to some niggas that'll drop some change in your purse.
(Intro). . (Chrous). Dippin N Sippin. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. Dip, Dippin N Sippin,. . Im on the 105 freeway, doin 110. Patron in my cup, and im Ridin' with my friends..
Intro:. Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye. Sup mayne (x25). . Chorus:. Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murda game at?) Wassup killa (sucka nigga where ya murder game at?) You talk that shit better be about it bitch!.
Big Country Cane, Big Homie, what it is?. I think I'm a rap straight up for these niggas. Now everybody wanna be the king of the south. When they ain't runnin' a damn thing but they mouth no doubt.
Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang. Hey, hey, do ya thang, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey, hey, do ya thang. Hey, do ya thang, hey do ya thang.
It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle, nigga. It's got to be the muscle, nigga. Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga?.
I can't sing it strong enough. It's that kind of strength I just don't have. If you watch the lights change. Don't hold them hanging. . You think it's easy, but you're wrong.
Your time to change, your life arranged. She's not sure what to say. He's about to lose his mind today. And it's all about to change, about to change.
You're killing me. You're killing me again. It's not my fault. It's not my fault again. . There's a sign, a sign. A sign on the door. You're killing me.
Tangled in the midst of all the trust. the way you pissed inside. the brain file technology drives.. Show me you dots now.. Who was it that said the world.
Your western homes are locked forever. The new frontier is not that near. Magnetic screens that fold in backward. Will only bring you years of fear. .
There is no castration fear. In a chair you will be with me. We'll dance [x4]. But no one will dance with us. In this zany town. Chim-chim-chim-cheerie sing a song of praise.
Out beyond the call of duty. Hold your instincts hostage and stick near me. Let's drink a toast. It's the most I can stand to cry about. The mental energy you wasted on this wedding invitation.
There's some bands I'd like to name check. And one of them is REM. Classic songs with a long history. Southern boys just like you and me. R.E.M!. . Flashback to 1983.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh. . You walk in the room and all the girls talk. I guess you get used to most of them. Falling down at your feet. . 'Cause you got the charm and the definite down.
Down in Santa Rosa over the bay. Across the grapevine to L.A.. We got desert, we got trees. We got the hills of Beverly. Let's burn the hills of Beverly.
It keeps raining down this tear stained face. Of this lonely town and I drowned. And I keep reaching for one good reason. Why you said goodbye and turned around.