on the beach We can share, its only fair Ive got paradise on call, its ours, its ours! She got a little taste and she wants more, some moreee We run L.A
give a fuck Sneakin up on ya like a thief in the night Never givin a fuck about a sucker, I ain't the soft type So run up or shut up, boy, see, that'
how to rock) Yo, they done shot that boy down like a dog in the street Left him smelly, man fuck that, roll em over take that fellas pellet You ain't never heard a
4, ya heard We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open
wack MC's can't pronounce em Just to show ya how we house em from the Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) where the gangbangers hang The L dot A
darts, ya'll just faggots at heart You can try to run home boy I throw javelins far (Yeah!) This is the Army but we don't rock camouflage We'll dress
I make a lot of feddi Ya need years ta prepare ta fade me ya aint ready Turk: We'll leave ya block shook Fuck ya hoe and get a hook Nigga who try sizin
I knew of Baby and Slim we was from round the same way they moved a lot of weight but I aint gone tell it all *shhh* I?m a cut this boy short cuz my moms
accept." [Baby] You know somebody upstate [B.G.] That minute that I had had done turned into a second Got a day and a wake-up left, and I'll be steppin
won't ya take this timeout to answer [B.G.] Nigga, A [Mannie] Are you faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie] Will I shoot ya if ya run? [B.G
of the field On tha real slip on tha banana peel get killed Stop playin', before I start sprayin' I done told ya I'll take it off ya shoulder I'm a Uptown
Fresh, So Clean, never no frap' I'm, going to the club, bullshit ya not! SWAT, GA, I'm from that A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A Cascade, with a cliche, smoke some
Tupac, he was a legend But now he's in a better place, on earth we call it heaven '96 is the year that we lost a gift You gone, but not forgotten, and
a jay jay ah jigga jay, a jigga jigga 1 a jay jay a jay jigga jay a jay 1 jigga jay a jigga jay a jigga jay a 1..
gonna make you do that on this remix We gon' keep it goin We gon' give you a little taste.. of WHOA! young guns.. Bad Boy baby We won't stop, cuz we can
Fuck the police!" Straight servin', we call a cop car, jack it Run your donuts, your guns, and your badges Shoot a muthafucka in a minute For some hood
now a Slobs ain't givin' a fuck About a copper tryin' to stop us, sayin' fuck them hoes, we stacking 'em up And to the top is where we headed, yeah, we
