for years Are just a bunch of jealous lies And if you chew too much You could end up choking You took what was mine Straight fucking stole it from
{What you doin' on our turf, punk? Got a message for Smokey Give it, you Smokey, man? Give it If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin' message
's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (why? ) it's spoiled Don't drink the milk! (will you tell me why...) it's spoiled (yo punk tell him why...) the milk is spoiled!! Verse
4] We stay crunk over here mayne a whole sick crunk Some niggas got the hustling in the corner like a punk Some niggas i cant trust them cuz i got my pocket loaded Stole
queen, a call girl doin' tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George blowin' flutes With high heels, you stole
of brothers out there Chorus: x2 Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl Bald-headed girl For me Verse one: There are nine million girls with weaves With bald heads, braids get sweaty in nine months Punks
[ verse 1: king tee ] They live on the street and they hustle for fame Some kill for a livin, some sling cocaine Because it's now a lifestyle and a full
moms in my Yves St. Laurent suit on Then we do a dance like my man Luther Jam But my verse came first I stole change out her purse Now I wanna dig her
is a shot, I might be as good or better than them players you got Verse 2: I cant believe you told me I was chump, told me that I played like a punk
Enema not Enema Enema I'm sayin' it baby, I just said it low (In yo' ass) In your motherfuckin' asshole Okay like this, we gon' clean it up like this, huh punk
now you don't have To worry Verse ii (master p) Unnnggghhhh, they call us drug dealers, what about tha police Just tha other day my little homie stole
nuthin' you can do, to protect ya home town Try and hide - Fuck it, You better start to pray God shows mercy on ya punk ass, Forgets that your gay Verse
to the Grave yard shift tonight [Rap verse by Rob Aston] One time for your mind, two times for your soul three for the graveyard and the money I stole
while you 0 for 2 Back in 94 limp opened a show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin DJ and stole
they like to party the most From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) Friday night is the night they like to party the most [Verse One: Tash
I'll pop mine leave you eyein' the punk Tie your faggat arse up Let you die in the trunk I'm from westside compton nigga i ain't a punk streets is talkin
this's Westside 'til i die I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah, I'm a motherfucking Soldier niggah, I'm a Soldier niggah [Verse
