G's Chop shops taggin' up Benzes and Beamers Crack spots boilin' full kilos in beakers Damn, the game's quicker than shit, don't slip 'Cause bet your
You ain't tryin' to represent the black community You just carin' about your little ol' R&B bull You play all day and night I represent Los Angeles all over the United States
's trickin me too Cause diss me, and I meet you one day And bet your life it won't be a fun day I hope, nigga, it's not your fate That you're around when
boys respect your name Keep your heaters at close reach cocked and ready Cause the streets will catch you slipping, rock ya steady Watch your back with your
and it isn't pain Palpitations in my chest that I cant explain (baby you the cause and cure everything the doctor is for) Your the medicine for the state
Cause I feel good, yeah I feel good, 'cause I feel good Hey, I think I might take you on a shoppin' spree You in the club, goddamn all drinks on me 'Cause
yours bitch Ball till we fall till the drugs hit the ball pit Cocaine cowboys that's my thing Do it for my niggaz locked down in the bing in the state
'Cause I need your love, I want your love Girl, it ain't the same if I ain't got your love Your love, your love, your love, your love All I want is
wounds will stop your buffoonery Thanks to the pastor rappin' at your eulogy To Lil' Kim and them, you know the women friend Who, carry the work cross state
for Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range
in a Versace suit Don't worry, my ***, Khaled, I got you Not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to Put the squad on your back, the impossible It's only
know a word to a verse All we know is the chorus 'Cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us And the songs ginormous, the whole formula's switched 'Cause
legit, How you feel, they say we praise, 'cause our style so diff, They'll be jailed when we in the Mag looking maga-nif, As if, I ain't use Magnums on your
your whole life and redesigned it I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld I think without makeup, you still bad as hell I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your
like a dog on a chain And I found out the underbelly's sicker than it seems And it seems ugly / but it can get worse 'Cause even a blueprint is a gift and a curse 'Cause
know you wanna touch But it ain't for free I don't need your money I just want your D Boy, come over here with your sexy ass 'Cause you're beautiful