is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with your
is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with
L.L.S.I.D.E Nigga I'm from Hillside H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E [Verse 1:] H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my city No pity, for a sucka can'
wake smellin' like Potpourri On the low key, ship Ki's to overseas My shit gets sold quicker than groceries K-double-O-L-and G, you know it's me
, Mista Madd) [talking] Say L, hold these keys man What kind of wheels is those brah (man them boys got 20's dog, Lorenzos) Man, I ain't never seen shining like
your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris Ward:] I'm in a GS-4 double O, sitting low Me and Po-Yo, blowing
juste un freestyle J'parle de 88-89, let's going back J'm'appelle Tweedy, South-Shore Casso Fella Chu down avec le L.P.E. J'construis un puzzle J'me
represent it, wit windows tinted Till you can't control it It's the O to the fuckin' A-K D to the A-L-D Fuck what the haters say, we paper chase So you
Thats why I threw marines On each-trice Look its the F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [112:] Let me tell you What I wanna do Let me show you That I'm feelin you Wanna
down like I'm Bruise Lot And let me squash this here: real gees do die Give it to me, baby, let me show you what my juice like Let me hit the switches, let me
ggalggeumhan namja T.O.P nae sarang Bling Bling like L E D Geudae ddak nae seutarya panjjak panjjak seutaya saekdareungeol wonhae? Let me show you if that?s
like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they be at It's the same congregation, Young Pac is back YouknowhatImean
in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying
I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T., L.A.W.Z. You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when
the sunshine, fun time but now you can't find clubs like this that kept the music in the street And pop rap couldn't get a dime to eat Yo, they're makin
] In the sunshine, just pimps and ho's and playas [x2] Breaking ho's, flashing gold, riding around in the sunshine Just pimp's and ho's and playas [
said, "Hey, what's happenin?" She said, "Dubble-R, is that you rappin?" I said, "Ah nah, baby, that ain't me You listen to the sounds of the L-o-c The
