Child no kenri wa ii kimi yo taishi wo idake Asufaru to ni uchitsukerarete nariagaru koujitsu Adult no kenri wa ii kimi yo taishi wo idake Asufaru to
: Ahhh, man look Check it out I step into the place like so Feelin' real calm cool collected and composed She lookin' like "Nigga, whatcha here fo'?"
mi come fi bun down all material object Wid a raas claat gold chain 'round me neck Me bun a fire pon di man weh love bitch and fret And want every little
on the ground suffering Clowning's nothing to pull out and blast you I try to only resort to violence if I have to But man niggaz out here are playing
cop, them nigga jumped, this is front season [Interlude: Raekwon] Yo, man yo Game man Let these niggaz know man f'real man We official man They wan'
linin' out Then I get low like they ride in da South yea I'm dirty I shine without da diamonds in my mouth say..Cheese Take a picture of da gold D's Then
in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man So
beefing with Joe Budden That beef came and went, I got at him over Colors Then caught him at Def Jam and found out, it was nothing Looked back at my career, staring out
me so high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on
high, Game tell them where your from, Nigga westside! [Verse 2] I'm lowridin homie, 6 Tre impala, Gold d spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on my low
: One for the impala?s, two for the gold d?s, 3 for the switches, middle finger for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers
them gold ropes Lana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my
go now the world waitin for my solo I'm the man Stat Quo know I ain't gotta explain even Bo know Have of these rap niggaz is faker than rolls gold Get
Game tell 'em where you from nigga Westside!!!! [Verse 2: The Game] I'm low ridin homey, six trey Impala Gold D's spinnin, chrome hydraulics Run up on
and TV But what has questioning ever gotten us Hold your tongue, better watch your mouth He is a man lurking But what has speaking out ever gotten us
get to be god's ambassadors man, so we hyped about that, we krunked, we amped. [Verse 1:] Yeah we amped up, repping the Savior, baby, we stand up Man
: Police Dispatcher .. He's headed out a window The man with the bag is running like a son of a bitch We have people with bags running across, running
