to own a fly casino like Bugsy Seagel, and do it all legal and get scooped up, by the little homie in the Regal Mmm, it feel good to you baby bubba Ya
California...knows how to party. California...knows how to party. In the citaaay of L.A. In the citaaay of good ol' Watts In the citaaay, the city
: Change, shit I guess change is good for any of us Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at
off It don't fade It'll last for all these crazy days These crazy nights Whether you wrong or you right I'm a still love you Still feel you Still there
shit These niggas about to come up straight short Casue we about to get buck wild on you motherfucker's [Verse 1:] You're about to feel the wrath, a
Intro Shook When You Rush Me Woke Up And Touched Why Do You Wanna F*Ck Me Just Cause I'm Paid In The Worst Way (True) Looking Kinda Good In Ya Birthday
tha G's you can feel my pain till tha mothafuckas gets born again () you thought I was a game kid i'm not tha nigga for playin games I let my buckshots
belonging felt good) I see death around the corner (But having respect, that feels even better) I see death around the corner (When we were kids, belonging felt good
goin' crazy or they sufferin in the game And I swear it's like a trap But I ain't given up on the hood it's all good when I go back Hoes show me love
must all stay true Play the game nigga Never let the game play you And for the fame Niggas change fast That's a shame What's the game Lost souls
world I feel guilty to bein anxious Ain't no way in hell, that I could ever be rapist It's hard to face this, cold world on a good day When will they
? Real homies help ya get through, And coming new, he'd do tha same thang if he could Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good And half the time
(maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made
maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it
crush his throat Probably never even saw it comin - too busy bullshittin Caught him with his mouth runnin; ain't this a bitch They got me twisted in this game
: Verse 1 The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out Pray to my God everyday but he don
this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet, feel me!! Verse 1
get better... *coughing* Ay do this Thug style main, Thug style When this whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had