a mother's love, a murder in his pocket, with no skin cover up. ride, he rides, two-bit thief, train down South serpent tongue (Thanks to Made Out Of Babies
WESTside [Verse One: 2Pac] I want money in large amounts, my garage full of cars that bounce Movin my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out, fuck the drama Wanna break my Loc out, smokin blunts Gettin drunk off that
san, all I'm missing is Mr. Miyagi. I'm fucking crazy smelling like a skunk with rabies, Punching babies, humping ladies, blame my mother cause she made
out a boy that didn't know the game Didn't know the game But so many years I remained the same The same Used to be a love maker, heart breaker, major
got, you know what I'm sayin'? Stop lookin' at what you ain't got Start bein' thankful for what you do got Let's give it to 'em baby girl, hey You're
dreads down low And also, gave the appearance of some major muscles Now on the low streets been talkin like it usually do Busta Bust, help us out, the
way (She was all) Body like she was from the A I like I like M.I.A High drops that's the way we play Top down major would a made ya day Spending money
off like Major Payne, talkin' shit like Brother Lane These boys talkin' down on the name But they all washed up like Eddie Kane The slab roof like David Blaine, it disappear like magic Glock nineteen, made
) But at last( But i think that changed today ; You made me think in a major way you could be) Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma You can be my new girl. [x3] Out with the
I promise, she's so self conscious She has no idea what she's doing in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out
with your face in his lap All you gotta do is taste that You get to ride, get used all the time I ain't made the situation, I just made the rhyme Adapt
the court The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short Presidin' over Superior Players Court First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex You
game that I've been holdin' back Take your pumps off bitch, let me check out yo heals We pimps from Houston, Texas to California for real My pockets hurtin' baby
*(Ager Man)* Get ready to get yo gats out niggaz fo all you wacked out niggaz bitch made batched out niggaz jaw jacked out niggaz I'm not gonna to patch out
. Ever seen a sad millionaire? I thought that money make us happy. Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* What if I was a millionaire, huh, a major playa on the
out to Craig, he's some other kind that made it I don't know my profession yet quite But one day I'm gonna get signed Just write the check I'm out here
