A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they never know knew who shot 'em
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they never knew who shot 'em
I let the dice roll, when my life on the roll Get paid with the stage with the mic control I’m pro and all official, I’ll ball witchu All my problems off a thizzle, a small little I’m a fool but cool and calm you know that’s me I tell 'em Miami freaks I'm about to throw that d And I wont be feelin eased until she roll that weed But she can shoot with the breeze it’s nothing to queeze* Like a sneeze I’m blessed So you can excuse me, I’m too busy watching hoes poppin’ they coochie Oh yeah I can see why you call me Bruce Lee My chinese connections got deals on QPs The rookie of the year man, pullin’ a flukey I feel to do the right thing but I aint moving A man of my action, go ahead and act I’m passionate and rappin’ with a west coast accent My homies to the point when they speak to women And we still conversatin’ so we keep it pimpin I been breaking rules all my life Seventh grade in the back room chocolate thai I need paper, hey, up in a major way I won’t cater a play for those that hatin’ the game I say later don’t look at this as doing me a favor I made a pact with my home boys to keep it player
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they know knew who shot 'em
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they never knew who shot 'em
Yo this is the take off, and yo baby this is the bake off Sirloin beef with the A1 steak sauce I got it going on acting like a love jones Turn like a cyclone, bust with the lights on I hit the scene like Peppy La pui I’m in a double vested suit that I copped from Lou I’m from the X generation, crime location Turn down your invitation to your radio station Move like a cobra gone from the rollas It’s just like the hunt for the red October Some pit-bull terror from the Ronald Regan era And me and my players keep it cold as the Sierra We dress like it’s GQ magazine and the homies said he gotta keep a magazine And this freak said she see me in a magazine So we broke down jah on the magazine My suga hills and under veils with vouge wheels And driving with my knees so the weed don’t spill I’m going at you gator on your izod sweater And broke cats say there aint nothing like cheddar They bomb first and say I’m caught up in the rhyme curse And I never get to kick it with the gods lurk And when I ask why, they bust a alibi An took my wings so an angel like me couldn’t fly And I wonder why
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they know knew who shot 'em
A gangster in a hotub in the midst of drama The bullets hit the water, make it look just like a sauna Some holla for Madonna, man Some holla for they momma 9 times out of 10 they never knew who shot 'emTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
