ninth ward of New Orleans And a ass whippin is the only thing that I offer Never lookin for trouble, trouble lookin for me Since y'all asked for it, fore
I said I got a blue Mercedes, a big brass bed I live on a hill overlookin a view and I came here tonight just to rock for you So let's a rock y'all, and
on the stage went Bitch I'm a perfect way to blow an engagement To stop me you gotta put teams and diamonds on me My money long, I need machines to count it for
Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Bitch what the fuck you still got ya clothes on for? Didn't you read the sign when you came through the front door? No draws No bras
In Ya Grin Man, Once Again, But This Dank Off In The Wind If You Don't Smoke, Then That's For Them, Put Some Drank Off In Ya Chin Remember Back About
nigga, tell me where's your blues (OW!) I'm bad news; preach sermon minus the pews You listenin close checkin for clues I'm lookin for cues, eight-bar
They played something, they made something. Brand new, a baby blue machine. Brass tacks, duct tape, for the great escape. Packed in here like sardines
make a mess for sure I?ve a heart of gold in the smallest size Leave me in the dark, you?ll never hear me cry More than an illustration Points of articulation Come to life on a brass
Capri, plays beats like this Once in a blue, so it's not hard for you to chew So kick off your Timbs and your polo socks Washin emcees up in lemon-scent
batter The Pharoahe usually go first, but it don't matter (Nah it don't matter) Funky slices of beats like this comes once in a blue, but it's not hard for
of them real Stronghold brass, forty slain workin in the field But a hundred years later, I learned about my roots And how they traded in there white sheets, for badges and blue
it was cold, so cold So he hitched a ride to New Mexico, wanted to try for the big brass show But no He's the wanderer looking for his long lost home
Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, and then my eyesight All together, playing games of cards Gambling the tiny shards of brass
speak out the head, provided for the hardrocks Here to resurrect the ghetto beats for the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for the
word like Pastor Ike, this ain't mass but like We ain't congregatin, mashin tonight The boys in blue, I'll show you what the brass is like The perfect
Yo it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass Play for real,
it's realer than a fuck now, ain't stupid Trash, three hundred thousand in cash, guerilla mash Brass this gat, TNT niggas on my ass Play for real, Lex
the Chef] Yeah One-two, one-two, nigga Line for line, line for line How we get down wit da rhyme Yo, it be a line for line, line for line This is how