you under And shorty got his eyes on me, I got my eyes on him I know the look so I'm a ride on him I'm a catch his ass slippin then slide on in It's a
."} Half-A-Mil {Verse Two} Knowledge the green Wallies, all I see Mama hold math like caller I.D. Chose the path that chose me I'ma tell you like G-o-d
down an still got touched jumpin outta Range Rovers 5 g's to a soldier and 5 after fuck the feds and he finally got a chapter cuz juss the heat the streets
from South Central ??? me say trick Bickin it kickin it and stoppin it, pissin' and jackin' a punkin' the Crab dude Me love to smokin' chronic, drink O.E. and act a
sleep in fear Cock my nine, and i'm out the window Drunk as fuck and high off that indo Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And i really don't think u wanna fuck
G.O.D! I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet) [Verse 1:] Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes sing Ya'll need
a hat and a cane like Bruce Wayne See it coming to a nigga, and my crew insane Me and Shawnie Poo swing, gin and juice who swings And they thing we all
LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY! THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY! THE BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND BIG CITY! [Jim Jones] This is a dream of a hustler (like a nightmare!)
the C-A D-I, Double-L, with ah A-C, A-C hoes They peep those, P-I, M-P, and they think that automatically Cause he's a pimp, he gotta be, full of that
street will be thinking you're O.G. Smooth, wordy example of how I'm living I'm getting my prime, pumping records that'll blow your mind The D.O.C. is
thoed I'm just so fly, fly I'm just a playa, that waaaay [Dougie D] I'm so fly yeah I know, cause Dougie D from the gutter I'm real I'm a playa by nature
the corner street preacher seat yourself down and peep the main feature the B-O-R-O-C is ocean out of control when I'm flowin, cuz I'm mind blowin the D-O
s a G nigga, then I'm at least a hunded grand Damn- That's a whole lot missin' and what's this 'bout a competiton wit' all this bullshit you pissin' in
ohhhh F.M. D.E.M.I.G.O.D.Z. It's like oh, ohhh, ohhhh D.I.P.S.E.T. S.O.B. G's I came from pumping 60K out the trunk switchblades Ziggy stuff nicknames
out of liquor store Give me a dollar and I turn that bitch into five And all I need is one more, to get things started Get retarded, and once you -- I
here by the ocean and the palm trees These L.A. streets, concrete philosophy (what) Raised me and rottened me For every tear and broken bone I suffer
Right here by the ocean and the palm trees These L.A. streets, concrete philosophy (what) Raised me and rottened me For every tear and broken bone I