what you waiting for We're crossing the golden gate Party at the frisco bay [Chorus] Wake me up in San Francisco We knew the power is in your head, girl Party
' nigga my dream is to make a mil Paper chasin' ain't no fakin' playa haters get killed Young trill Baby Gangsta into pimpin' them hoes But before I trick the hoes my money goes to my
A little time in the country A day or two to slow down A bottle of wine and a walk in the moonlight Maybe some foolin' around But you think time is just a
's a bird, it's a plane, it's super nigga With 5 acres and a mule and the coupe is bigger You gone trip on that hoe, you a stupid nigga I'm a P.I.M.P.
around a mouse Nah I got a grimey team that'll probably empty a clip on Big Momma's house Damn her eyes a young man with grown hunger Look in my drawer
like a drummer inside my heart Oh, oh, oh Don't make me wait One more moment for my life to start... ENSEMBLE Good morning, good morning Waiting for my life
to write about this hell Well momma you had a born winner and I ain't crazy I'm a survivor hell I'm a 80's baby The streets raised me A bitch don't get
link, a continental A pack of those and a pack of ugly Menthols And I can tell by your teeth you've had a good life You can't take my temperature
a sue C'est pas a chaque jour que j'suis fache Non, j'fais ce que j'aime dans la vie J'veux pas du force Refrain Life is more than a struggle boy And
me my world is in peace, but nigga your lying Cause half of my niggas, long gone, buried in the dirt just for trying Sometimes I think my block is dying
a gangsta party Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party [Tupac] Nuthin but a gangsta party... Ain't nuttin but a gangsta party Nuthin but a gangsta party it
2X Verse Two: Makaveli Penetentiaries is packed with promise makes Never realize the precious time the bitch niggaz is wastin Instutionalized I lived my life a
on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times is all we've seen (On my Block) Every block
's swinging in the place as I kick the J A Z Z Y is my style R&B mixing it with the hip hop swing beat Champagne in my hand, it wont be long till I'm
with bite Livin life like a rock star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! [Chorus
seen time I travel across the mean crime My rolls like a million dollar bills folded in green slime With my foes erased drink my henney straight no chasin Catch my
don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb less it's without protection for the boss Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless Keep a
ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch And all through Junior High, we was just gettin by And drivebys robbed my homies of