again and the givin' was good With the lunch bucket filled every season What with three babies born, the work was cut down To a half a day's shift with
like you, didn't care if people didn't like you. you wanna bang, I wanna bang too, Skyline Pyrue. You woulda died, I woulda died too. You went to prison, got sick
crack's been revealed The facts can't conceal In fact I'm for real I'm back at your will You're havin' your way, girl Have a good day But tell me what
realize that from day one I always told you so I know this doesn't sound Like it's the best of me But it feels so good to know what I've got I found
On mattresses with your legs up in the air Splash the crisp John Micks, a millionaire Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day, anutha dolla Anutha day
more More the actin' up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said, "Cut!" That's a wrap, good actin' motherfuckers, good
it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga I roll one and roll another one bigger Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask [Snoop Doggy Dogg] We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick How does it feel
'm sayin', I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all over Listen, I'm not sayin' this to offend you But, since the day I met
know what the feds wanted, didn't have time to ask (Snoop Doggy Dogg) We're comin with that G shit, that C shit that makin niggas sick How does it
da same, nuthin but flippin and sippin, and runnin a train on mary jane, love it mane. Roolin up and blowin up all day, posted up in da rear view inn smellin good
More the actin up the more the shit I felt in my gut The shit was all over as soon as the director said CUT! That's a wrap, good actin motherfuckers, good
passed again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift
again And the givin' was good, With the lunch bucket filled every season. What with three babies born, The work was cut down To a half a day's shift
of me. I grew up and joined a rock band now your sick of how it's all I ever talk about you grew up and made some good friends good enough but they still
And for those that miss me I'll be back don't trip In the mirror with this shift kick Ocean side, doors open wide tryin' not to be sea sick Plottin in
you I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all those Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I
shift and I gots ta pay my dues to make my grip But I chill cos my ho might call Ain't no thang cos I sleeps all day and slang when night fall And I