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Ah, I don't wanna hear shit Get off ya motherfucking ass It's right now, right now, right here And we bringing it to you live, COME ON! Golden state, what... come on, what bitch New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll [Ras Kass] Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really- Can't fuck wit y'all, paging R.Kelly (ooooohhh) Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt Catch me and my niggas wit strick-9 Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust In God we trust but we paying at dusk, biatch! [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) |
La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (come on) [Saafir] Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters Bullshit so far what this game sent We here to burn it down open bar entertainment Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw Lactose intolerant but I still sell Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage- Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle, We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (come one) You bring heat but we bring it harder (now sing!) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Yeah!) La la la la la la la la (Sing It!) La la la la la la la la (yeah) [Xzibit] |
Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush The effects of the compound the ammo dump Doc Dre don't fuck with punks We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it Ghetto poets, show it if you got one A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun I can write to the sound of the sunset Smith & Wesson, I use words as a weapon Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst (Survived!) Starving to death and dying of thirst (alive!) Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc- The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote [chorus] Don't you think this shit is for fun (NO!) Think before you reach for that Gun (Think!) Look at all the shit that you started (yeah) You bring heat but we bring it harder (Now sing!) La la la la la la la la (yes) La la la la la la la la (Sing!) La la la la la la la la (Ha) La la la la la la la la (come on) [X2] Bounce... Bounce... Bounce... Yeah... Golden State |
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