who refuse to recognize the truth Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day Detroit,Chi
fine With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Let's get funky, that's my job Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out Let's
on the highways yeah, but this what I wanna know [Hook] Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit Do
on the paper not the strangers that I pass The ones that looking back to see if they are looking back at me Daddy G Are you predator or do you fear
: [Intro:] Our father Who are in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven Give us this day, our daily
like Bilil breath dead prez ran a train on the green lady That green lady turned around and had a dream baby That dream baby was I That green lady was
dude in a tank Do a clown, undo now who a do a nigga can't We will do it til the music ends Do it when it's noon Do it til it's noon again Do it til it
Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh (Don't that feel good?) (Full Force sing the break one more time, c'mon, c'mon) Baye-ya-da, da, da-da-dahhhhh (Don't that
you gotta ride 'em baby Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do-do Mmm-da-da, mmm-do It's the years 2G, things
the shit that I know you can't take Fuck out my way for heaven's sake I got my eye on you (you), what you gonna do (do), you ain't got clue (clue)
and eighty-nine horsepower I like bitched with dimples and nipples the size of silver dollars Rollin three deep in Eddie Bauers chokin out LAPD Rottweilers like chihuahuas, all day
? Oh, oh, oh, shabba-dooba-dee-da-dee Shab-dooba-da-da-dee-dee (Black) Oh, oh, oh, (Part of being black yo) Shabba-dooba-dee-da-dee Shab-dooba-da-da-
: Another day another dolla for the top dogg with the gold flea colla Nigga make the whole dogg world wanna holla The way they do my life and I'm steady
: {Mean Green} What's up y'all? It's the Mean-ster Green-ster THIS should be played in residential neighborhoods clubs, cars, at high volume Get (?)
Limit Soldiers, Beats By the Pound You know how we do dis, ain't no stoppin' this We can't be stopped, we run da streets You feel me, da streets is ours
: Let's get paid Tray Deee (Shit what else we gon' do?) Hit this shit! (Fuck it, we're gonna go thru wit it) That's what I'm sayin! (We're layin everybody