with a weak chick" sucker am i? As my right hand to flip start dumping A.L.T. heat them up with a little bit of something [A.L.T.] I show him skill
Y Cal... California took a bow Now New York turnin' the game with our style L.A. confidential, thugs... Vibin' over instrumentals Really ain't raw, just represent
as I handle my grit, talk mo' shit Spit, and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin
't give a shit If my eyes is red I'm blowin' this L.G. [A-Wax] Please believe been a long time since it was a ease to breathe Please believe been a long
Troy)] A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T, A-T-L HOE! A-T-L HOE!(Come'on uh ha ha) [Repeat x7] [Baby D] My nigga what you know about the ATL-A-N-T-A, GA my nigga
Just for me in the club in the crib in the streets she represent for l-b-dub E-n-t she a nice with the pretty brown bright eyes I'm a winner wit the Right
down, for D.E.A H-A-dub-K, I have a lot to say With no delay, I'ma represent where I stay Raised in the Tre, then moved to MLK I'm a Dead End nigga,
(feat. M. Payne, Sulaiman) [Monica] Brooklyn got the funk Uptown got the funk East/West/Northside got the funk L.A. got the funk Boogie Down got the
Yo, Whitey Ford's the name. The hunchback of Notre Dame Couldn't get more bent when it's time to represent And I control it like rent in a slum tenement
Gaban's So women here make a livin' just carryin' bombs We pop, corks a little bit and we floss a little bit In the club, buyin' out Cris', pour us a
other side Especially when my crew is caught up in a homicide Cause East L.A. don't play And if I had my way I'd kick it with you everyday [ Ice-T ] Whether black or brown
on the D.T. Say what you say, G, hate don't mistake me Or play me like a must paid fee, that ain't me [Chorus x2]
that we shot back, spit a gospel of force And burn y'll, with my philosophical torch we're just tryna bring the raw shit smoke a L, drink a forty on
I'll represent, kid these misfits are militant Since, life's a bitch, I'mma use her One life to lose her, the Mega Don's a death abuser Like a butt, niggas
take a moment to prove the absurdity In a foreign tongue that got more rhymes than a nursery Hey -- who the fuck is cursing me? I don't give a motherfucking
a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave
, I bust a new improved shoes Livin freshy '97, it's time to flip Don't let me go, cuz I start to sweat Then I smoke a eleven toke, why did it get? Then
through out the whole song] [Mr. Cheeks] They won't let us do no shows in New York They won't even let us fuckin talk They say Lost Boyz be a gang Nah
