Now, my oral illustration be like clitoral stimulation to the female gender Ain't nothin' better Let me know when it's wet enough to enter
No more cutting grams, and wrapping grands up in rubber-bands, I'm a recovered man, our plans ta discover other lands, suburban places got me seeking for an oasis, cristal by the cases, ladies of all races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers.
Every girl wanna hold my chain when I f#%k their brains out on the Mustang
I never boned a honey that I didn't like, I never saw a mile that I couldn't hike. I never had a spliff to make me choke, I never had a pocket that was broke.
Damn right I like the life I live, Cause I went from negative to positive.
There's gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing If my burglar alarm starts ringing
...The greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th. God bless his soul, rest in peace, kid. It's because of him now at least I know what beef is.
Why is the world round? Why do the suckas bite? Why do the freaks come out at night? Why they paint Jesus white? I sit and wonder why we breakin hip-hop laws, Doing videos in houses that we know ain't yours.
I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game, To stimulate, then activate the left and right brain. Said, 'Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut. You focus on the past, your ass'll be a has-what.' That's one to live by, or either that's one to die to.
I came in the door, I said it before I never let the mic magnetize me no more. But it's biting me, fighting me, inviting me to rhyme, I can't hold it back...I'm looking for the line. Taking off my coat, clearing my throat, My rhyme will be kicking until I hit my last note.
My mind's my 9, my pen's my Mac-10. My target? All you wack niggaz who started rappin'.
Two wrongs don't make it right, but it damn sure makes us even.
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.
Tough like a Ukulele.
And when I'm in my car I'm laid back I got an 8-track and a spare tire in the backseat But that's flat
Police on my drawers I had to pause 40 ounce in my lap And it's freezing my balls
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Jumped In The Fo' Hit The Juice On Ma Ride I Got Front Back, And Side To Side
I drive these brothers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely They buy me all these ices
I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks Yo sound the bells school is in sucker
I am not one to brag but to tell you the truth mang, I am funkier then a locker room after a hoop game.
I'm the type that'll give any man a chance to come correct before leavin in a ambulance
Nuthin' can avoid this shot 'cause it's hittin' It's so cool when you touch it, wear a mitten
Ooh baby, I like it raw!
So sucker MC's, please think twice; Would you join the navy if you didn't like the gravy and rice?
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