up off the rock We're corrupt as a four dollar buck Come and get fucked up And get out the county nigga get rowdy take out a bounty Disappear-pear,
in the streets Band on bricks 'till my fist was bloody Turn, hella corners in the '74 'Cutty Buddy, you don't wanna come against this Black fist, born
fuckin SWAG Hop up in that 2012 black jag Lil Dre' or Lil Smook? 360 bands with the panoramic roof 360 bands, with the 360 bands With the 360 bands,
rock star Totally dude! Party like a rock star Do it wit da black and da white Like a cop car, cop car, yeah Whoop, whoop Me and my band, man On the
Running out of breath Chasing down the big parade, rising up my hand, thought I'd beg the marching band to play, for me all of these illusions, they
he had the feeling And the whole world sang along He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was up on the silver screen Pushing a plough in a black
like mad pituitary glands) It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate (there is nothing happening at all) And go inside the black tube, so when he looked out
brand new astin?? You get out tryin to run now you just wit them bullets crashin Pine box niggas no crutches no cassin No wheelchair just a two door long black
this, I couldn't do that So I came back with a platinum plat, now Ice Age is on the map Stackin' stacks, flippin' 'llacs, everything I roll black-on-black
the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped and laced and come up out
a movie out the ghetty Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready Pink Rose and chronic smelly while stumblin' out the telly I'm so fly, I'
big fat man in a red disguise, y'all He had a fuzzy white beard and big black boots He had a pack on his back and red caboose, now... check this out I
Ho, hey I see the band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they were singin' my song I see the band played on And they
white high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped and laced and come up out
tour with real live bands. I got it off you, Yes the double breast, keep the vest on my chest, 'cause I'n runnin round with the best. Black man, Cop a
like it's 1972 Still puffin' on them zags, dressed like pimps And axe the Ohio Players once again Can we sample the funk? Y'know we don't wanna wear it out
a rap and they took me to jail Pulled out my bank and made bail This is my story, it could not wait It all started out in the Golden State California
Johnny has a problem Johnny is out of control He had a TV party With the kids in the black hole Stealing people's mail And lynching the landlord Things