Don't need no ivory liquid. Don't want no afro sheen. Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean. I've got my automotion, I've
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Don't need no ivory liquid, Don't want no Afro Sheen, Don't need the latest fashions, Don't want my hair to smell clean, I've got my automotion, I've
if we ain't feelin 'em nigga If Sticky Fingaz need some music straight stealin it nigga Shinin, in big trucks, big will in it nigga we climbin To the
tray Trip, it's the playa Taydatay Put it down like a hog For my homies all day It's the bomb bay Where real G's parlay Won't stop rollin' blunts till
That's the way that daddy raised me Oh God, help me I'm losin it So fuck it! Take me I'm doin it! I need to change and look for a better way I got a hundred
straight (Don't see Johnny Cochran out in this motherfucker) Really doe.. young niggaz.. little RahRah (sup nigga) Especially my little cousins don't be no dumb guy (Don't
from the top of the building, I brick them... I could see it with my eyes right, it wasn't hustle, it's a pig that don't fly right? You got them like
me Is the illest fantasy You make me feel like wylin' out Showin' you what it's about, yeah Got it goin' on uptown Now let me see you work it out on
the phone Put a gun to her head sayin' daddy come home You was rollin' poppin' bubbly, didn't think it get ugly In the hood shit is lovely until it go bad
bout it. [Verse 6: Eightball] Who is it? Big Ball payin a visit, don't miss my exhibit, nigga I'm about to rip it, apart, startin wit yo heart, we
wasting alone Always waiting for the nights without sorrow Mister, mister, you don't know what I am Can't you hear it always trembling in my voice Don't
was wasting alone Always waiting for the nights without sorrows Mister, mister, you don't know what I am Can't you hear it always trembling in my voice Don't
bad for me, it just ain't true Believe me (believe me) Baby I don't believe it, as long I'm with you Jane [Chorus] [Wish Bone:] It's such a beautiful
unlike my friend you're just my foe Peace till the end of the road cause we're all gone But no, nigga don't lose your (soul) But it(?) Trust in mine,
it Fuck the yappin, be true to it, do it Steady scream about your East and your West side But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide Niggaz better
models Now let's get it like Low did it, if you done it Then I did it If you kick it Then I'm with it We can do this shit all night Your minute don't
