[C-loc] Yo we turning this one out for me my homeboys They Homeboys and Homegirls and anybody that think they got em and anybody whos lost anything
: VERSE ONE What a policy? Me turn on de Tv Da first ting is crime beats me What a controversy Kathrine a breed fi boy And now him say a dat a
: There, there?s a place, Where I can go, When I feel low, When I feel blue, And it?s my mind, And there?s no time, When I?m alone. I think of
: Occhi dentro occhi e prova a dirmi se un po' mi riconosci o in fondo un altro c'e sulla faccia mia che non pensi possa assomigliarmi un po' mani dentro
that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions while other suckers was
motherfuckin ward but he didn't go to court God damn, and one day we'll all be together Until then I'm ready for whatever, c'mon (Yeah, niggaz movin
so the move and I'm gonna murder ya'll You and all the trouble goin' through by servin' ya'll And only cause my man heard of ya'll Other than that, shit
a me cough and choke To the real OT's loc strong BONE I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay
in the Aftermath Bumpin gangsta rap shit, down to blast for cash Cause from Eazy-E, to D.O.C., to D.P.G. started from that S.O.B., D.R.E. Like Dub-C I
Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r
doja, composure suppose [Chorus] Oh, Menensky mobbin' (Menensky muthafuckin' mobbin') Oh, Menensky mobbin' Oh, Menensky mobbin' (Watts niggas. With Watts with muthafuckin' problems, c'mon, c
: (c'mon G) [JD] Police, eat a dick straight up Look here you little god damn nigger, your not gafflin nobody You fuckin understand me (kick his ass)
G files I do it L.B.C. style .. I got the word on your Simon You need to just start rhymin Cause you the biggest star on your label And them other niggaz
yeh) Chorus {Goldie Loc} C.. R.. I.. P.. cause that's all we G I'm from Rollin', 20, Gangsta Crip and I'ma tell you how the shit gon' C (gon' C) Now
fade The name of the chain's Mixmaster Spade A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody get ready to rock A sure shot, body rockin' A c'mon everybody
on that cocaine, fuckin wit that wrong thang Niggas like that (what), get things like they want it (damn) Then fake the funk, doggonnit Now loc, look
the mathafuckin LBC Yeah, check this out cuzz, uhm, Hey yo Goldie Loc let's do this for the homies in the hood The dub, waddup No disrespect to them other
