bout to whip yo' ass mayne, ha ha Yeah, Dub stay chuckin' the pavement, I'm anti-general populated Hood related, the industry most hated 'Cause I ball greedy and rhyme for mine, c
my balls, ring ding-aling I whipped out my whopper but we wasn't at Burger King Nuthin' more said, she grabbed it like a vice grip And as the D.O.C.
masks Pistol whip they ass till they open up the safe in calabasas Ashes to ashes, dust to dust nigga Kick in yo assets all yo doe an yo baguettes Before
I know the game bro and I could be a fuckin' murderer The hot shells melt yo ass G and the Tales From the Crypt Grabs yo ass like the movie You got
rhyme Just speak true life stories, that's on format So I use these fake ass rappers like they was doormats Taylor put in work, no W-2's So I don't
motherfuckers Ja Rule punk ass Yeah, fuckin Soul 4 Real ass, nigga that's Soul 4 Real That's the nigga from Soul 4 Real Candy reign ass nigga He got a
(Eminem) obie trice c'mon (obie trice) yeah niggas got me ima get um it aint over (chorus- Obie trice) U can catch me ina whip witta fifth
my balls, ring ding-aling I whipped out my whopper but we wasn't at Burger King Nuthin' more said, she grabbed it like a vice grip And as the D.O.C. do
-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S T-U-V W-X Y and Z Oh how happy I will be once I teach you the kinky A-B-C A-B-C You and me A-B-C You and me A-B-C (A-B-C)
all your fault Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote another Funky rap about your jealous conflict How you diss C.M.W
from hurtin yo ass punk nigga,trick nigga, bitch nigga, fag, say somethin smart and watch you get tagged wit a motherfuckin bat, who got so scared when soem tellin yo ass
[dove] Yo - who hold guns and rock ice bigger than life; Got bitches throwin they drawers on stage - that ain't me! I raise kids, push whips, piss an
Is it the concrete, or the walls Maybe it's the bars, might be the guards Nigga this is LOCKDOWN - I'm 'bout to whip yo' ass mayne {*whip sounds*} Ha ha! [W.C
(feat. D.O.C.) [N.W.A. talking about Brigette] There once was a girl I knew named Bridgette She asked me was my dick a grown man or a midgette Of course
low-low [Chorus] [W.C.] I'm ghetto like grits, die befo' I snitch Off my ass khakis sag like cellulite tits bitch Under the suede, headliner and I ain't yo
masks Pistol whip they ass till they open up the safe in Calabasas Ashes to ashes dust to dust nigga Kick in yo assets all yo doe an yo baguettes Befoe
