silver moon We'll sing the same old songs, just like we used to do All she wanted were the nights she gave up I fell in love but she'd had enough Cause all she
when I want, I do what I like She want the same chick I want, the bitch is a dike She a super freak, the freak of the week I give her something to suck, she
muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York and I ain't West Coast for these
got to make you freeze, to touch me you need ten of these Complete most, wanted on the streets of the East coast Young Gunz fire and niggaz bleed, I
s get to it Big old titties Big old but That's what I want Let me touch you up She like my grill She like my chain She wanna go Cause the man Got it in
ladies all scream like David Lee Roth Teenager in the '90's, things are changin all around me You can hate me if you want but I escaped, you got to find
share with your neighbor Some like the Sour Deep, that?s an east coast way But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen Some of y?all will smoke anything
: Rockin' steady in her daddy's car She got the stereo with the big guitars And that's all right All right I got the itch and a restless soul She gone
twice over I'm the new eleven An if I die I'm a do it reppin, I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein me all hard An lyin to they girls an drivin
thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait
nut she started lickin' on my dick She started playin' with her clit and started lickin' on her fingers She stuck my balls in her mouth start hummin' like a singer Then she
(2x)] All my East Coast niggaz get all the chips All my West Coast niggaz get all the chips All my East Coast niggaz get all the chips All my West Coast
guess down with a pager i ask her what's her name she said: Gloria where are you from?, cuba what do you do?, i'm a singer she looked at me and said:
2 n the morning [Chorus: Ice Cube] Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she did the freak with me Not just knee deep, she was O.G. deep when she
start gunnin Take your hand off your metal There's nowhere to hide, cause the world is a ghetto Want my afro long like Mad Dawg on a velvet poster, 40 on the coaster
, with your hair all done Lookin' fly and corn rows are wrapped up in a bun Listen close, and bang this from to coast to coast East to West, all types
noses never let jail turn my shine into Moses couldn?t cleanse my soul with them civil rights sposes panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster backseat
