in to it I get in to it Everybody can't do it the way I do it I make it rain, rain Till the sun come out A nigga playin', playin' We make the guns come
the alley oop Bam, comin' through this thang Like James in the air off the bare of my hand Nigga just can't pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'm a come
Well i'm-a going back down maybe one more time Deep down home, october road And I might like to see that little friend of mine That I left behind once
, I know that hurt you bad Mystery shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home, matter fact we are home Bad attitudes, octoroon
two like Trugoy Wyclef, Pace 1, yo, this was how the West was won Our motto, a true Desperado, rappers want to be actors So they play the Jesse James
thing go pop everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing tell the club owner, fuck yo' crouch, Rick James
votes them out Time to throw in the towel Shows based on reality Oh, the humanity! Oh, Ozzy's family Sho' loves profanity Whoa, the insanity Oh, dogs that crap and pee Home
poppin bitch and big my first name Im a westsider, detroit player Fuck around and i might bring back gators Everyday i leave the crib with no money And come
my good-for-nothin' My sweet hunk o' trash Now when you stay out very late It sure makes me mad to wait how come, baby? Cus, you come home too tired
them jealous single females want what you got They would do anythang to take yo' place Cause everytime I come around they be givin me that sex face You ridin shotgun in the James
you scolding me. The silences when you won't speak - it's not the silence that's golden to me. Look out! I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming! You make
, I got army guns, gimmie 1, *** 1 and here comes the 2 to the 3 and 4 And here comes the 3 to the 2 and 1 (Gimmie 1, ***) And here comes the 2 to the
war Matta fact next nigga stunt gon' get dumped on Yeah, Dawg home I break your jaw bone And the '8 make you lose more weight than Star Jones Rappers don't come
bape shit know a nigga love head and with that shit she great wit the strip club she straight with as long as i dont come home rick james on that late
when Juice dropped Still go to the dealer with the money in the shoebox (gimme dat) This wasnt posed to come out, this wasnt posed to come out They let
can be brothers But when you come to L.A., watch your motherfuckin colors West Up! nigga Chorus Verse Four: WC Give it up, give it up Like the nigga James
no matter how high you get You gon' come up short like Spud Webb My DUI's get waved by saying bye Still ridin' with no L's like James Tide, can't change