softer tip, you feel me Home street home, A.L.G. Till death do us part Know what I'm sayin' Check it out [A.L.G.] They say I'm a dreamer But shit my
through the wires on a Kanye track [Chorus] [Outro: Common] Yeah, it's The Game and Common Spread your wings, follow your dreams Things will be so serene, L-A
you want a copy of Beef 3 I'm airing their ass out on DVD You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me I'm a G-Unit toy soldier On Sesame street doing
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices You know me the king of L.A., New York Drivin through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water You want
40:] I tried to tell you never sober, chalupa, longer than a roller coaster Out here a hub a head a do-ya, for a quarter ounce of yola Venomous snakes
Dre Big L, Big Pun, Big-gie (talk to 'em) 2Pac "Live and Die in L.A." (L.A.!) N.W.A., I used to love Eazy Back when everybody was doin The Hump I was
between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean team, Hip Hop dream
n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got a mean
found out Buck got shot up in CaShville And Sha Money told me Lloyd Banks got hit And Yayo just came home G-G-G-Unit Backstage at a D-12 concert A fan
a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find a nice home (right where your cheeks stay) We got a mean team, (Hip-Hop dream
hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home right where your cheeks stay We got
Brooklyn's Teflon I was getting G money like Nino at the Carter I was just a baby just like the face on a third card Even had a baby face like Tracy and
thang Stay true to the game, 'cause that's all I know I'm a street nigga Keep the heat nigga gettin street figures, All night long I gotsta go get me
look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped out
Snoop D-O-double-G But I, somehow, some way Keep comin up with funky ass shit like every single day May I, kick a little something for the G's and, make a
to a life of crime For very mother that held a son in the street bleedin' Cryin' a song of sorow to dark and deep for speakin' Just a moment outside the
fizzo And five to the sizacks My nigga snoop dogg gives a fuck about a bi-zitch Yeah you hearded from me, mmm, Authograve that ass Nigga, L-A-L-G Little
