is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with your
is somewhere under the parch You're like me, you're just like me You're like me, you're just like me Tell me of your sacred prayer Look at me with
t rollin play with me I'll knock ya shit wide open [Chorus - Webbie] I ain't no bitch(I ain't no bitch) I can't let no nigga punk me I'm a gangsta, I
me He was H-O-T Kept it real and representing Via-13 got a little girl I treat like it's for me and a lot of hoes conversation It's B.G and L.T. Never
I been keepin it real, you lil one is like mine ain't go miss a meal I'm still, still shining like you left me dawg, my rolex still winding like you left it fog Me
they tell me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) First Verse [Baby] I need me
-O funk (NOW, NOW, Now we gonna show you how the East coast rocks) [Daddy-O] Now this ain't Oaktown, it's New York son but the funk still flows like
t love these hoes I keep saying I don't love these hoes But she makes me feel good Ma you make me feel good Bitch you make me feel good Girl you make me
juste un freestyle J'parle de 88-89, let's going back J'm'appelle Tweedy, South-Shore Casso Fella Chu down avec le L.P.E. J'construis un puzzle J'me
in my future years I'd be stressing Some say the ghetto's sick and corrupted Plus my P.O. won't let me hang with the brothers I grew up with Trying
I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T., L.A.W.Z. You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when
find, right here bitch [Tupac] Why them niggaz actin like they can't find us like like they can't see us and like we don't be at the same spots they
when you hear a record like Tupac's new one? *static* [Man responds] I love Tupac's new record *static* [Dominique] Right, but don't you feel like that
tax, blast Ma gimme the bun, neck, ass Henny and haze make the sex last Pimps, hustlas, hoes, g's Bikes, cars, trolleys Ma you know me O-G Show me, moby
And niggas know, I don't serve nobody I don't know Son said he was from O.T., pay 11 an o.z. My man brought em to me, see he ain't really know b That
to back up in the mix like that (yeah!) And I know ya like it when it's just like that. (that!) All the girlies just love my swag (swag!) From my kicks
off like it no thang so if you and your little crew still belive yall can hang then do just like I said before and time and the place and me and my
