over 30 generations, is gonna fry thanx to one earlier in time, we can't rejeuvenate the collection of shit they left behind, it's responsible for the
G on drinks, three G's on links My medallion's off the milk truck, and my gat still buck Shorty with the baddest attitude see that's the one that will
MC? B) b-boy? C) graff head? or D) DJ? I think it's: C) graff head, before becomin a microphone fiend he tagged with jungle green, that's what the magazine
, skate (ha), roll Bounce [Baby DC] It's Friday, I had to work all week Keep the cool hip, school, gettin' A's and B's Cuz if I came home with an F or
That girl had got me straight, and I was ready to go, yeah! B!!! (yeah..) B!!! (yeah..) D!!! (yeah...) B.B.D B!!! (yeah..) B!!! (yeah..) D!!! (yeah...) B.B.D
Ooohhh B.o.B, Whats up whats down, Ladies and gentleman, we are enterin, the 5th dimension, Right on right on, B.o.B. B.o.B give it to em Girl im eons
., the S.D. Niggaz slingin kilos of yay, pounds of weed You niggaz need to catch up, cause I'm bound to speed Pick a car, any car, 24's to D's And if
you killed in here. I ain't crude or rude I'm just real sincere; there's no time to worry about your fellings here. here here's some boots here here's
's and hop up in the latest whips Caked rockin gators It's P.I., D.I. and L.I.B. Better know what the hell I bring, it's fire [scratched in samples:] "
delinquent, H.I.S.D. School's out at 3:30, never stayed past 3 But still I graduated pretty, all A's, one B In my school day
Yo, yo I will not stop runnin' 'till I'm winning the race I can't live with myself being in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little
it [Tray:] Oh yeah she got a fat ass [Mr. Lee:] You, hold up Tray, he's killin me L. used to hit it B Before he went away to DC That's right, remember
terminal in less than 30 seconds. Once again thank you for flying Death Row West. D D (What's up nigga?) Here these niggas come nigga let's do these
many many men Wanna be like me, but they can't fuck with the M.O.B It's C. W-A-R to the D [Chris Ward] It's hard to see, I'm hard to be Hey you um fraud
'Em on they knees, like I got my gun high, I'm in my old school, I feel like the alumni, car looking like its sitting on 30 floors, 30 doors, 30 whores
wit a whole B It was money green, fat boy triple gold Tha 20's era, right when we stop ridin fo's Lamb'd up ride, 30 inch rims glide 6 feet off tha ground
