easy now, has it really gone too far It don't matter anyhow, sometimes I feel like an Echo in the wind, that's not coming back again I look inside
that blunt down 'fore you put the chronic in it Before you do that drive by, listen for a second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it
big day, so I reclined my seat It was a 20 minute ride to the C.P.T Walked straight up to my house, pulled out my key It's my girl playin [?]
It ain't Hard Enough Throw On Stove And Sold? Mixed in, Started Up, break It Down, rock It Up Looked This Shit A lot films on my block but it's not enough
finest chifa Fuckin the finest divas If I have it, Id like to meet cha Show you how I light the streets up Kill niggas that never speak up You my fans
gon' touch it, suck it, fuck it, never back down, 'specially when Al Green in the background, Now bitch hit the weed and turn that ass round, It's time to bring back
got me in a cell" Aftermath got the remedy [Chuck D: scratched] "Now they got me in a cell" Nigga back up (back up) back up (back up) 'Fore you get your
1- The Game} Get a blunt, roll the weed, light it up nigga, Sippin on Gin and Juice fill up your cups nigga, The Westcoast back crackin' like it's 94',
fool cause the pain is love I'm bout my green (Green) So my sky's blue (Blue) Purple and the strawberry philly up in my five coupe Yeah I'm in the yellow
up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wankstas What's up cuz, what's up blood What's up cuz, what's up wankstas [Chorus] [Verse 2: Techniec
a hoe driver G'd up, from the feet up, plus the heat tough Toe game, crack the Grey Goose, and spark the weed up When I'm in L.A., I go in Crenshaw and
hot, who's not; I been the hottest thing on the West, ever since the death of Tupac Kept my crack in clear capsules with blue tops And it's still nothin
: It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... chronic, chronic, chronic, chronic It's that, it's that, it's that, it's that... hydrolex, drolex, drolex
paid my dues, nwa is back this is front page news. I got dre in the back, ridin on 22's. bitches screamin 'let me ride', it must be the shoes. red and
The Game] Fast cars, money and muscle, the hustle I was brought up in the 80's Gangbangin, dope traffic, shit get crazy From where niggaz grow up hard
is here [Chorus] [Blue Chip] Yo, yo, you see this rap shit I do it for you And the first time I heard your voice I prayed to God it had to be true Got
up, I'm looking 3d What's your back it up, back it up like this, Back it up like that, up like this, up like that Back it up like this, up like that,