Muzik shit, that'll make ya flip And dump a clip, in a nigga that be talkin' shit We think sick, check the credits, we get busy And grimey, and gritty
and eight inches thick!) (Ohhhhhhh!) (Don't get me wrong, I'll take a lil' mo) [x4] (Ooh, this is some good pussy) (?Stop her with yo tongue?) [x3] (Ooh, this
sleep And a major factor is jealousy Which stops us from obtainin the unity Come on You don't stop [VERSE 2] Times are hard, and people are chillin
[Intro] Ah.. Just a minute, erm, this is a little to controversial, and I don`t think.. erm, We are going to be up and here comes that black Watch yourself
wait until the Fourth of July to pop some fireworks with my kids and fly some kites high in the sky See, it's the family reunion And down at the church
off to work, I'm makin' somethin' to eat I sneak and put rose petals all over the sheets Turn on some slow jams and we have simple sex And the very next
**az grow and grow and grow and get dough and roll and ride ni**az die and mommas cry ni**az got alibis and suicides and homicides and three strikes and yo' life and
You Disappear. [Chorus:] I Reminisce On Tha Fast Times Can't Explain, Just What Attracts Me To This Dirty Game I Reminisce On Tha Past Crimes Gold Chains, Some Extra Change, And
time fo life, and I Don't think you understand me G That penitentiary time just ain't the plan fo me I got a, new thang, get cha paperz and do thang
Catch him on the streets, I'ma bring him to his feet, quick Pass the clip, I think I see him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him
the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit
nuts Buck buck, big up and livin reckless Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper Two to one I'm writing
the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a million march, for some gangsta shit So
paid man? Can we just go there and sock this shit up? Hey, we smokin, and we ain't hard to fine Drinkin and shit, fuckin with some hurricane [E-40] A
Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain
can't stop the hit Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good in the hood bein around the niggaz, yeah And for the
this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker Westside in this motherfucker right here Westside in this motherfucker