The news hit me like a ton. I didn't know what I was waiting for. That day came like a rolling thunder and we were waiting for the sun. "Hey man I haven
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: The news hit me like a ton. I didn't know what I was waiting for. That day came like a rolling thunder and we were waiting for the sun. "Hey man I
be poppin' tags Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse Leave you layin' on your back in a Cadillac hearse Now your momma in all black with
slaps, makin' snaps Cold cash money and Too $hort raps Oakland, California that's where I'm from The city where the boys say you don't want none But
is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black
we're be there all night Tight as hell, jet lag, just got off a flight But that don't stop me, who? Not me Pop 1 bottle, pop 2, bottles pop 3 4, 5, 6
niggas ain't G's, they wanna be thugs And it ain't shit to slang these motherfucking slugs The fools ain't plugged, plus ain't no hoes over here I done dropped more
the crack And hidin shank's under they mattress Where were you When will you realise When cockin glocks To pop those cops Makes a mil of these blocks Ride in drop
before Chorus (4X) When them Dirty Boys drop Better hit the floe [Hit the floe (3X)] Here we is boy, here we is boy [Mr. G Stacka] OK now Now who be dropping
with some of that Humboldt County grass with dis sleazy from Union City, she wanted to freak me when I was sticky but we did it anyway Look, drop one
fakin' Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican Just a sensation made to be Caucasian Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme, drop
yours) He get out of line, break his fucking arm You know how it go, word up Ain't playing no games with these niggaz man None at all, man, no more, none
one do And I ain't puffin' nuthin', make all my gun shoot You let your gun loose, none o' 'em niggas gun proof Watch them niggas drop, when I pop one
to your last leg, beggin' for mercy This is what happen to those who try to hurt me Come strong and you might get props son Hold on tight to your rhymes ,don't drop none
rot pop then bust From galactic cryathallic mechany mal ? ? [mindbenda] Preposterous, ice in my drop, yeah that's niggaz When I bend prisms and ride soundwaves in your eutrichula Malopropism is none
Too much. Way too much to bleed. The red light's gone and ruined everything... the broadcast and the last 30:00:00 of my world. Poison dropped in bloodline
