tuet Drum stand druuf oder hang Schief im Schilf wie Bamboo Ich Kung-Fu [Tek] Only got one night in town, get down or kick rocks Cause the European championship 'bout to start
start us We're not you average artist's My bitch is like a goddess When paparazzi spot us Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha! [Chorus
a nigga do you know how I get down Stay with my vest on and roll with a couple of tre pounds In case you mother fuckers want to jump bad now Start some
but your brain gone Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin I stuff two different caliber shells in my revolver Thirty eight, thirty two, Ross you got a problem Start
brain gone...) Leave somethin' sweet I'll snatch the heat - get the flame goin'. (flame goin'...) I stuff two different caliber shells in my Revolver .38 and .32 long ones, you gotta problem? ! Start
Cause she told a friend, and that's the way it goes People have loose lips, sometimes behind your back You know, that's how they get their kicks When
life I choose [Jacki-O] This nigga put me down but he started to change He put the chevy up nigga went and cop the range Tucking in his shit then he started
bad The way your workin me Tryna act all hard to get Uh Oh Gurl your so scandalous But I know I can handle it Baby your so bad Lets get comfortable Kick
right, I got Marquis to my left, I got Luke over her to the side, you know what I'm sayin'?Hey, yo, man, hey, kick that shit! [Verse 1:Fresh Kid Ice]
give a fuck about us While I'm kickin rhymes, getting to their children's minds Now they give a fuck about us They wanna see us die, they kick us
: Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks
with me Thugged out so you notice me It's a positive attraction; see pictures of us layin butt-naked on the beach kickin back relaxin And only you
: [DJ Quik] Hey Pac, it's yo boy Hey man so far I've been listening to your album and I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beady
: (feat. J. Phoenix, Nas) Shit, tired of gettin shot at Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it A
Hope in hard times never catch me slippin Fuck authorities they wonder why minorities be trippin We ain't having it Time to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick
a thug Fiendin for wicked adventures, ambitious as I was Picture a nigga on the verge of livin insane I sold my soul for a chance to kick it and bang
: Niggaz.. fuckin wit the wrong nigga.. [2Pac] My seductive introduction be specific, still elusive but exclusive's what I give you when I kick it,
star's Friday night Make money, get pussy, always keep a pager Cell phone in the ride to complete my nature now! [Chorus] [2Pac] Haha.. started as