I can't forget what I been through As a player I can't do that I'd be a fool if I take you back [Mo B. Dick] Girl I got love for you and I also love
game I drive through lyrics like I'm riding on the freeway And I don't give rappers, no kind of leeway Chumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flex I be housin mo
a gun - should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I
you'se a cock blocker I'm a nigga double-darer, nigga, I double dare ya To act like you want it, touch this boy's a ton wearer Me the semi popper, SL
when I'm droed that I be gone And don't know what the fuck page I be on [D-Shot] Back in 86 was a motherfuckin' trip to me A young hustler actin' bad
you peekin' I'm speakin' I'm seein' You need to lose what you wearin' Lil' mama you got that Victor Baron [B-Legit] Girl I'ma fool with it, hella laced
flo', the girl be cleaning up Money they be sweeping up, the girl fine as hell And every nigga in the club, be a clientele Nigga I be high as hell, fuck
nigga! You know I don't give a fuck nigga Inglewood in the mutahfuckin' house Bi-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-itch Aw shit you know I'm sayin' yeah It's that bomb shit
Thugs [Krayzie Bone:] I Told Em Ima Get Up Get Out N Get Something But I Was A Little Bitty Nothin In The City Thuggin Never Been A Nigga Thats Never
be a fool then be a fool, shit But just know when to act a fool and who to act a fool with! Chorus [E-40] Hoeeeeeeeeee! SHIT! "I don't care, call the
I asked him could I buy him a drink He said, "What can I do for you son?" I said I wish to pimp I want yo' same stroll, and I want yo' limp I want my
hurt (damn) now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet [Chorus] [Mack 10] Fool I'm a vet you can bet
s RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah And let's RI-I-I-I-I-IDE.. check em out now RI-I-I-I-I-IDE, yeah Chorus One: Jay-Z We doin..
Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C All the freaks
you got laid And I'm going through a thing, Kevin nigga, what should I do I never imagined living life without a nigga like you [Sons of Funk/Mo B. Dick
a bullet in a baby Chorus: [Master P & Mo. B Dick] Times done changed things ain't what they used to be Times done changed things ain't what they used to be
the rest of your crew Them hoes getting somewhere when I starts to shoot I gives a damn You know who I am Fake bitch don't play me close Cause I'll take yo man I
as I shoot And ain't no crack, little cluck, it's just bullets that I'm slingin Never-be-hangin, one-street-bangin We don't be playin, fools runnin at
