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1. _ They Never Saw Me Coming
Yeah, KB, noon time
Steady Mobb'n
L.A. to the Bay, Atlanta GA
Yeah
That's the way we do it baby
They never saw me coming
Like a thief in the night
Haven't you heard about it?
New nigga in town, everybody listen
I got a message for you, don't want you to miss it
Gangstas make the world go round, as it was written
That's why at every show, somebody trippin'
So listen
Now I like to smoke weed & drink straight yak
And fuck wit dime pieces, because I got it like that
Make all the strippers love me, because my tips stay fat
And my 'Lac is all that
Haven't you heard about it?
1 - Got every ghetto in the country wantin' it
Even if they playa hate, they bumpin' it
(Can't live without it)
I heard you're lookin' for that real life gangsta shit
But they never saw me coming
Haven't you heard about it?
To all my niggas down south, I know what you like
And all my peoples on the west, it's on tonight
(Can't live without it)
And everybody in the east, believe me
Anybody talkin' beef, can eat these
They never saw me coming
We make the front page story in every city
Couldn't believe all the niggas that was down wit me
Had all these other bustas lookin' silly
We don't ride no ponies, just roll on goldies
Nigga please
Come off that shit, this is a new era
Straighten up your sideburns, stop wearin' mascara
I hope it's for the sake of sellin' records
Either way, you need to check yourself about bein' a real nigga
So figure
My momma told me I was unexplainable
Said I was gifted, but I chose to act a fool
And in the end, it be the fool that got me through
Even back in school, I used to dream about it
To have the whole world screamin', throwin' up their dubs
Just wanna give 'em what they needin', and show 'em love
Truth is I'm a thug
But I still can blow, so what
So tell me the motha-fuckin' problem
Haven't you heard about it?
Repeat 1
[Jay]
??? face the fact
Never thought, never knew I would come like that.
No time to make a track
Drunk off yak
Still no excuse, for Mr. Magoo
Some niggas wanna trip off Tim-buck 2
Pass me a blunt, I like to get blunted
Never saw me comin' in a black 600
Bump it like a bitch
Got a twitch in da switch
We oughtta know who major rich
Sound like my son
Better ride in this shit
Learn to love these west coast hits
Stop makin' tracks wit all the same kids
Better close the deal
Let's keep it on the real
Never understood how you managed a deal
Smashed up the town
Got money by the pound
[TQ]
Haven't you heard about it?
Repeat 1 to fade
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2. _ Paradise
Chorus
I kinda wanna drive lexuses
Sit back and live life high
With the best of shit
With a frist full of ice in my president
And a pocket full of debbies
That you can't imagine
Guarenteed to make the best of it
To have a yacht on a lake
With water beds in it
And a whole lot of women
Are singing to my shit
With they hands up in the audience
Screaming they want it - they want it
When I was a lot younger
I liked to sit up at the park
And drink on St. Ides
Drunk as fuck I used to wonder why
Some niggas roll 64's on D's
And some niggas
Let their khakis hang till their knees
Will I end up just like one of these
Or smoke trees overseas
And rock Wimbley
Bring back a black bentley
Full of henessey
And earl grey tea sipping it with naomi
And they on me
I wonder how it happened so fast
To go from 33b to first class - laughing
And all you hatas'are hurt bad - imagine
[repeat chorus]
Before I go to sleep at night
I say a prayer to the lord above
And I'm hoping that he shows me luv
Cuz my shit be hot enough
To have a whole world dancing
Smoking weed on the beach
In the sand and
All my ladies look well
In Chanel and Donna
If I trip they got my bail
So farewell your honor
Ain't got no time for drama
Too busy chilling with the mamas
In the bahamas
And everybody got they own bag of ganja
And you can go and roll a bleezie
If you wanna
Ain't got to worry 'bout nobody
All up on ya
[repeat chorus]
Give me a house in Fayetteville
And a blue 500
Next door to Evander
In the tub with Michelle and Samantha
And a black pet panther
You ring the doorbell
I don't answer
And you can't stand it
And you asking TQ why you act that way
Cuz it's too many hatas'
With something to say
I'm too busy blowing up
With my homeboy J
[repeat chorus x2]
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3. _ Change (intro)
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4. _ Your Sister
You know what?
I'm 'bout to tell you some shit, that's gon' fuck you up
That's real, y' ain't gon' like it
Well, shit
Fuck, that's the way it is, check it out
Verse 1: TQ
I like to think back to when we spent the weekend
In Cabo baby, your sister's boyfriend started trippin'
And left her lonely
After you went to sleep - I spent the night out on the beach
Laid up on her body - how could I keep from hittin'?
And every time I came to your house
She always kissed me in the mouth
Always stickin' her tongue out when you wasn't lookin'
I wanna fuck you sister
Chorus: TQ
Now we been messin' round a long long time
But now I wanna fuck your sister
And I know it sounds foul but that's alright
Cause why should I have to bullshit ya'
(play wit' ya)
I can't help it if she's the one that's on my mind
Everytime I'm out wit cha
I know we messed around a long long time
But now I wanna fuck your sister
Verse 2: TQ
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5. _ Darlin' Mary
Mary...
So your all in my mind
Let me tell you what your seeing
What seems so hard to find
Just another part of me
When all of my friends come around
We like to just pass up, pass up
Don't have to be feeling down
And we've always been together
Since I can remember
You stay the same
You've been soft and I'm so bad
But I don't care what nobody says
(Chorus)
Darlin' Mary
You know I can't leave you alone
She makes me happy
And they say loving you is wrong
Darlin' Mary (Darlin' Mary)
She puts me in a zone
And I wish I coulda got me
Just a little bit to take her home
I love my darlin' Mary
So you think it ain't right
Well let me explain
I love my darlin' Mary
She makes my heart sing
Whenever I'm feeling lonely
I take a ride up the street
Give Kao his twenty dollars
And he gives Mary back to me
And she always stays a long time
'Cause she likes Philly
And can swing those legs
And when she runs out for me to go crazy
Just give Mary back
(Chorus)
I've been told not to love nobody
But ain't nobody like Mary (Nobody like Mary)
Don't mean to be selfish but I
I only like the best shit so I
If you wanna get really laid
Put a ten on it, and we can go again
(Chorus) till fade.......
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6. _ I Get Around
Written by T. Quaites, B. Evans & T. Anderson
Last week in Atlanta
I met her at the FreakNik
In a black truck
with a short haircut
& a gang of her homies
And she was on me cuz she said she liked Cali men
So that translated to grits and cabbage early in the morning
She used to scream 'TQ I'll do anything that you want me to
Just come stay with me.'
Girl that's somethin' that I can't do
It ain't nothin' wrong with you
Don't take it personal
Let me explain to you
(Chorus)
As for me
I just wanna fuck around tonight
But then I gotta leave
Have to be the only one to work your body right
Didn't you know I was a G? (Don't ya get mad at me)
Because I never spend the night (So give me yo' keys)
Can't you see
I ain't settlin' down
No I ain't settlin' down
Cuz I get around
Why you lookin' so surprised?
Was you thinkin' different?
Ain't got no problem with firin' up the candlelight
But you gon' have to finish 'em
Cuz I ain't got time for Valentine presents
I make sure I'm always outta town that day
And if I don't return your message
Don't go gettin' mad, I'll get around to it one day
(Chorus)
It ain't no need to tell you no lies
I don't want no new girlfriends
No no no
Everytime I think about
Do a whole lot better without
Somebody sweatin' me
I can't take this sweatin' G
You know you can come to my room
whenever I'm in town
(Ooh yeah)
Don't give a fuck about
anything you do
when I ain't around
I had to take some time to let you know exactly what I'm about
Cuz I'll be back next Sunday
(I'll be back Sunday)
and I'm gon' wanna dig you out
(Chorus)
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7. _ Westside
This is goin' out
To the whole wide Westside
Know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah
Break it down for me
Steady Mobbin (Rock) rock on
I was just a young boy livin' in the Up City
Eastside Compton, G
Back in the days when Ice Cube and Eazy
Had every nigga talkin' 'bout, Boy, you can't fuck with me
Remember Ice-T had the power (Ooh, wee)
Hearin' gunshot lickin' by the hour
When Too $hort bumpin' every supersport
And taught us all how to ride for the West Coast
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop the rideda
That's why I put it down for the Westside
Didn't seem that long ago (Oh, no)
We were stealin' forties out the liquor store (Oh, no)
Mama started trippin', so it's time to go
Out to the park with the locsters
Hah, everybody broke smokin' roaches
DJ Quik was da shit
Had every nigga claimin' he was from the CPT
Ya' remember
One time tried to clown
We had to burn this bitch on down
One time for my niggas in incarceration
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some Westside love for all you ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
And wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside
From Crenshaw to Foothill Boulevard
All I see is lowlows in mob cars, datin's and Five stars
All the true hoes is hittin' switches with all the finest riches
Of course the bombest bitches, don't get it twisted
Ask me what's a real G
Show me a nigga scrappin' back
Against the wall until his knuckles bleed (Knuckles bleed)
Screamin' death to all our enemies and those who don't believe
West Coast livin' be da shit to me
One time for my niggas in incarceration (Ooh, yeah)
I blaze a dime with you for havin' lots of patience
Two times for my sisters at the county building
I got some love for all you little ghetto children
Three times for my niggas that done passed away
I tip some gin for you and pray for better days
One day everything's gonna be fine
But until that day my only reply
Is Westside till I die
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on)
It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
You got to give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at (Whoa,whoa,whoa)
Throw your dubs in the air, wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day (Every day), any damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on (Goin' on and on)
It don't stop (And on and on), won't stop
(And on and on), can't stop
You could rideda
La, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day (All day), every day (Every day)
Sny damn day (Any damn day)
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
TQ gon' give it up for the Westside
To my peoples, if you wit' me, where you at
Throw your dubs in the air
Wave 'em like you just don't care
From L.A. to the Bay, what you say
All day, every day, any damn day
Take a look around, we got the whole world locked down
Goin' on and on, it don't stop, won't stop
Can't stop, you could rideda
Got to give it up for the Westside
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8. _ Better Days
In the morning when I wake up I think about
All of the crazy things that we've been through
And my mama she told me there were gonna be days like this
And I guarantee she was tellin' the truth
When I open my eyes I see Eazy
No more thuggin' just lovin' every day
In the heavens above with his DJ
Listenin' to music that I just made
CHORUS
Just wanna say a little somethin' for the people that done passed away
Now tell me can you feel it
When you're livin' in better days
And I pray that God'll be listenin'
If we try that we can one day be
For one time in your life
Everything is alright
Until that happens I'll be on my knees beggin for a better way
And my background sing
Now every once in a while
I remember that I
I miss my grand daddy
All the little things we sat and talked about
I wish you could see me now
By the side of my bed with the gin out
Seems like I got a whole lotta friends now
so let me tell you what I'm talkin' about
And now that I got my mind made up
I aint got no time to wait up
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9. _ The Come Back
I'm up at moms place taped up
3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up
She told me "i'm gonna pray to god that you'll be alright"
That's my only mama nigga, she knows what's on my mind
You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months
There went my children found out it was more than one
You've got me limping and i can't move as fast
But i swear on baby grave that i'm gonna get that ass
What about my little sister, she used to get good grades
But now she's paranoid goin' to school with a 38
Now how much of this you think i'm gonna take
Nigga i'm coming back
(hook)
All i'm sayins is you betta not go to sleep
I'm coming to get you nigga you made too big a mess
I'm comin' back-
And you betta be watchin' everyone you meet
Might not be the one who stick ya
It could be one of your friends
I'm coming back
I won't lay down before you do that's on me
I'm tellin' you fuck what you've been thinking
All i'm saying is you betta not go to sleep
Because i'm waiting to hit ya
Because i'm coming back...
Friday nite again and i get a new benz
Bus' a left on 120th - i see you slippin'
This nigga's in my hood tell me how can this be
Gotta thank the lord for sending this blessing down to me
I get my glock ready, beanie can't shoot this time
As much as i been feelin' and dreamin' this mutha fuckers mine
I let my heat fly, i see him fallin' down
And all i'm hearing is "k-plaw, k-plaw, paw paw"
After the smoke clears i hear a baby screamin'
I'm tryin' to make out but all i see is demons
Father forgive me if i hurt this child let me die tonight
Walk up to the beemer see the kids alright
I hand him to his cryin' mama tell her turn away
Somebody punched up daddy's number and it's judgement day
For anybody askin' questions you didn't even see my face
Or else i'm comin' back
(hook - 1x)
(rap by kurupt)
(hook - 2x)
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10. _ Bye Bye Baby
At nite I can't seem 2 get no sleep
Addicted 2 indo and hennessee
Lets hit da streets tyme 2 put da vest on
Friday nite and Iím chillin wit mah baby in
a black 600 Lorenzo's on it
And I'm.. all up on them thighs, smokin on doja
So I guess I didnt see them niggas behind me
We at da stop light.. *Get out your car nigga
Befoe I exit*.. they start to pullin triggas
So now I'm duckin and divin try to survivin
All I can hear is gun shots and cryin
Then in an instant.. the cryin stopped
Look at my Benz all my windows bucked out
I see my girlfriend layin on da asphalt bleedin
lookin dead at me
All I can say is
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Bye bye Baby
I cant believe it.. These niggas done shot my baby
Da only ting dat make me go crazy
Somebody gonna feel my 380
My My Baby wont live to see it
It's gonna be murder I guarentee it
You already had it comin boy for steppin 2 me
But yall shouldn't have phucked wit my baby
Now I met her at da Beverly and she was da bombest
She had me goin nigga.. I'm gonna be honest
And she was stacked wit big bags behind her
Matter of fact.. she kinda looked like Tyra
All da niggas used 2 stop when they seen her
Dressed in black.. laid back demeanor
Nigga she gone now.. And I'm all upset
I'm like a grown child.. I want my baby back
But now its on pal.. All things behind us
I'm gonna take u where no-one can find yah
Mind yah, I'm about to go crazy
Gimme my Baby.. Gimme my Baby
(Repeat Hook)
Now I try not 2 think bout it all da things
That we did togetha
We make da bedroom walls shake from in the livin room
I was so infatuated wit everything u do
Somebody took u away frum mee wit a shell or 2
And I'm gonna ride, cuz that's wat da hell I do
Gonna be some madness I'm tellin u
What they gonna do
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11. _ When I Get Out
Featuring Ericka Yancey
[TQ]
Been in here about a year
Never thought the game would take me under
I'm 'bout to get my first tear
While I'm sittin' in my cell I wonder
What are you doin' outside
Are givin' all my ass up
You a dime so niggaz won't pass up
[Ericka]
Wait a minute nigga betta back up
I told you long time ago
I'll always have your back
And you see I'm still comin' off wit half them checks
So why you trippin'
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody
Gettin' up in your stuff
Soon as the jury said guilty
I closed it up
Bought you new bible wit a blunt in it
Already rolled up
Between Numbers and Dueteromy
That where you'll find me
[TQ]
Don't mind me
I'm feenin' baby
I want some ass real bad
Locked up wit all of these hard legs
Scrapin' daily, I miss my baby, I'm goin' crazy
I Gotta get out of this place can't you help me
Chorus:
[TQ] - How can you love me
[Ericka] - Somebody's gotta do it
[TQ] - It's gotta be hard
[Ericka] - Ain't really nothin' to it
[TQ] - But you make me happy
[Ericka] - You kno you should have never had no doubt
Can't wait til you get out
[TQ] - When I get out
[Ericka] - I already told you
[TQ] - I guess I didn't believe it
[Ericka] - You spent all of your time
[TQ] - Fucked up and gettin' weeded
[Ericka] - But you make me happy
[TQ] - So I'm sittin' here countin' dayz down
I Can't wait til I get out
[Ericka] - When you get out
[TQ]
Things can get back to the way they used to be
You and me in the cromed out E
Bumpin' bone thugz
I got the pedel to the floor
We dippin', kinda high and trippin'
And I really wanna hit it
Yo shit is finga lickin'
[Ericka]
Wait a minute
I really miss ya
So don't get me started
Sweatin' to bumpin' and grindin' right throught these bars yeah
Got a little somethin' to help ya make it
Just picture me naked
Can't feel your body and I hate it goin' crazy
Gotta get my mind off this
'Bout to go to the mall buy an outfit
[TQ]
Don't spend all my loochie
Gon' be pissed
And that's no bullshit
[Ericka]
Now who in the hell do you think that ya talkin to
See I'm the woman in the world
Who would put up wit you
[TQ]
Got 72 mo' dayz in here
It seems like 20 years
Can't smoke, can't drink no beer
Can't get no ass in here
So when I finally come home
It's goin' be on
Cause I'll be lickin' and kissin' and stickin'
Baby all week long
Chorus
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12. _ Weed Or Ass (interlude)
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13. _ One More Lick
[Tray]
Big Tray Deee up in here
Layin' fools down wit the homie TQ
I gots to do this for my bread & meat
This the only way I know how to eat
Fools don't know I'm steady on the come up
Ya know what I'm sayin'?
Well, I was takin' up surveylance, tryin' to peep this lick
To get the layout raps, so I could peal his ?flip?
This outta town nigga tryin' to pose & clock
So I popped my glock as I observed the spot
Was layin' in the cut 'til it's time to jet
7:30PM, now the sun is set
My G is in the alley, duffle bag in the trunk
Containing gloves, ski mask & my sawed off pump
Now when the shit jump, I'll be fully prepared
No time for bein' nervous, too down to be scared
About to put the plan in effect
First, I check the streets
And then I precede to creep
[TQ]
1 - Promise the Lord that if you let me do one more lick
I'mma stop slangin' & get out this shit
No more indo, no more yay
But let me keep my Benz & my crib in GA
I pray to the Lord that you do the same for all of my friends
I don't ever wanna say this prayer again
Gotta see a million and I'm through with this
And all I'm gonna need is just one more lick
[TQ]
In the morning when I wake up
Head to the bathroom, gotta shave my face up
Go pick my nigga Jay up
]From Corina house, where he always laid up
Listen up, we got a busy day
My nigga Noid say 23 birds comin' our way
And they landin' at the docks at 9 o'clock
Let's go see D-Mack at the neighborhood glock shop
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In the evening, we in the Benzo
Listenin' to 2Pac, blowin' up some indo
And my cellular is getting crossed up
I call Kellie, tell her not to wait up (wait up)
Nine o'clock on the dot, we at the dock
I got my eyes on the nigga wit the dredlocks
He the first one I'm gonna pop when the loot come out
I'm tapping Bennie so he know which on I'm talkin' about
Now shit's about to change - Nigga put ya hand up
Before you get stuck
And it's turnin' out to be a beautiful day
We got the money & the yay
Dippin' on the freeway
Next day, the Narc's raid about 6 in the morning
You know, break of fuckin' dawn
Now Kellie in the courtroom cryin' when I stand up
I guess it's one prayer the Lord didn't answer, no no no no
Damn
I done fucked up
25 wit a iz-L
Oh well
Repeat 1 to fade
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14. _ Remembermelinda
(T. Quaites/M. Mosley/F. Ojetunde)
I'm just sittin' smokin' weed and looking at some old pictures
From mom's house of when I was a young boy
And the first one that I see is of me and Melinda
On the roof throwin' gang signs
The kind of homie that you don't find
But she always kept things on her mind
She never was my baby, we had a crush
When we were younger
We used to hump and that was it
No bullsit, she was eleven I was ten
But she meant more to me than any woman since
CHORUS:
RememberMelinda
I used to stay across the street from her
She could have been a supermodel
Don't remember doing shit without her
I often think about her
RememberMelinda
Never really found her way home
I loved her like my sister
Dear Lord I really miss her, one wish
Long as I live, I'll always RememberMelinda
She always had a lot of drama
Watchin' daddy drunk beating on mama
She used to stuff grams in her bra for my nigga Rob
Twistin' niggas was her job, married to the mob
I used to take her on runs with me
She'd sit in the passenger seat and count the funds for me
It's my fault, I introduced her to the game
To find out she couldn't hang - and it's a shame
That I remember when she started actin' crazy
Was first day she brought my yay to me
Let's get some yack because you made me now
But wait up, what's the deal why ain't you happy
Something's wrong and that's really an open package
That's when I finally realize
Melinda getting high off my supply!
(Repeat Chorus)
And no I'll never forget the night
Her nose started bleeding, her eyes turned white
And I can't get it out of my mind
I'm telling you I still remember, yes I remember
12:30 on the dot here come the doc
The news he's bringing me I'm shocked
Another victim; And I done made my self a killing
All for the love of drug dealing
(Repeat Chorus 4x)
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15. _ Don Breezio (interlude)
Don: whassup playboy
Tq: whassup don breezio
Don: just chillin man, you out there crackin it alright
Tq; tryin to do my thing ya know
Don: thats right, y'know what i'm saying, make sure you watch your back man (yeah yeah) be out there making that money, know what i'm sayin want you to keep on getting bread on your table, y'kno
Ah yeah) you know what i'am saying there's a gang of little breezies out there trying to like, you know what i'm saying, sly up underneath you, you know i'm saying, make sure, you know i'm sayin
U readin 'em and checkin 'em before they get through the frontdoor. you know what i'am saying.
Tq: sure
Don: as long as you making that money. make that money play boy
Tq: yeah
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16. _ Ass Or Weed (interlude)
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17. _ If The World Was Mine
Written by T. Quaites & P. Alexander
7, 11, 6 & 4
They all score
Yeah. Mutha-fuckin' Jazzy Fae
Got me in line at 1:12
All high & shit
Huh
Thinkin' about
What if the world was mine?
It'd be on in this mutha-fucka.
Check it out.
I been thinkin' since the capital
Luck saw a baby
Kinda feel natural
Triple lights on the crap table
7, 11, 6 & 4
They all score
And every woman is a stripper
So you can tip her
Don't let it get ya
Feel free to take her home wit ya
I'd be in all the motion pictures
And every rip i'm messin' wit
Be a ten on the real shit
And real niggas wouldn't have to try to be
Do i would never never
Actin' violently
And even if you didn't ride wit me
You could still get high wit me
If the world was mine
(Chorus)
You would never have to leave the sunshine
And everbody'd be free to smoke weed wit us
Shouldn't even have to deal wit one time
Too many whips so we ain't got time
If the world was mine
I'd roll a baby blue 64
Wit all my niggas down front wit they dubs up
All night
Call all the thugs & 'round 'em up
And tell 'em all to come to my show
If the world was mine
I take a puff so i can meditate
Bump down the street & niggas wouldn't playa hate
This are tickets for the na-nas
My own recliner
What's the matter wit ya eyes?
Ain't ya high enough?
Cali weed make 'em both swell
So quit talkin'
And blaze one up
You in the middle of a world-wide mission to get paid enough
Is the last nigga brave enough?
His ass got ate up
His whip got laid up
She had to pay up
My mind was made up
And stayed up
I took 17 beats & laced 'em up
Wit a plot to blow the place up
If the world was mine
(Chorus)
If I ruled the world
Block parties wit the Mexicans
Dominos wit the best of dem
Black lex, purple pearl
In the city wit my next of kin
Doin' lotsa shoppin'
It's poppin'
We won't stoppin'
'Til the loot runs out
But it's my shit
So that won't happen
Guaranteed to have ya all screamin' & clappin'
On a high that lasts ya all night
If the world was mine
(Chorus - 3x)
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18. _ Gotta Make That Money
Yeah, uh, mm, give it to me
Mmmmm, yeah
Yeah yeah
Mm, no no no no
Seems like every night, right before I go to sleep
I say a little prayer to the Lord that he keep me
I used to be the kind of nigga that didn't give a fuck about nobody
The slightest little thing would make me mad
Especially if it involved my money
And I can't tell you 'bout the next man
But I love pullin' up in big sedans
Wit all my niggas in a caravan
Holla if ya hear me
Now I'd love to break ya, bring ya down
And take you back again
But that would take too much time
And I gotta hit the streets again
1 - And even if the sun don't shine, I'll still be hustlin'
Gotta get that money, make that money
Keep it comin', if it takes all night, can't be strugglin'
Somebody come help me
Can ya tell me why is slangin' always on my mind?
Must be buggin'
I guess they figured I would quit and they could get me
If they tapped my line
Don't mean nothin'
I'll still be hustlin'
Now I hate to be the one to tell ya, but I don't mind
Niggas can hate if they want to
And I'm still gon' get mine
Yes, I still be ridin' in a SC on dubs
And I won't be seen at none of the clubs
And uh, all your women would know who I was
(And that you wouldn't like) And that you wouldn't like
If everybody kept they mind on gettin' they skrilla
Won't be no time to fuck with mine, so won't be no killin'
I'll just sit back and recline, smoke this Philly
And keep my fingers laced with diamonds like Big Willie
But for now, catch me on Compton Avenue
With a handful of hundreds and a strap or two
Puttin' it down for my niggas like they told me to
You need some candy, so won't you come thru
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Sometimes I'm suited up
Sometimes I'm bummy, lookin' like a crook
Hair all nappy and wild - we call it the full nuk
Mashin', mobbin' and thrashin'
Woopers, horns and tweeters blastin'
Throbbin', hoggin' and doggin'
Godzilla ballin'
When it's money callin'? War-rank
Just ride your runners fool
Be 'bout your bank
Sittin' fat like ?
All about my money, duffle bags full of scratch
Artillery fire arms and gats
Reep my mill, cap my feddy, get my bread
? on my tail, but I'm tryin' for them, but they want me dead
Cuz I made it out the game without a clue or trace
Used to sell that bass
Rock cavvy candy, ??????
Never had to stop, enemies on the block, they knew it (they knew it)
As far as I was concerned, ? man I do it
Check it out
Money schemin'
Prince Albert, Chocolate Philly, Glocks Garcia Vegas
Black and Miles on the pack again (yes)
What you know about that?
TQ and E-40 Fonzarelli a.k.a. Charlie Hustle, easy
Bitch!!!
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