motherf**ker look how I got em Now they ready to shout [Chorus:] So, don't touch me nigga, you might burn yourself (Ha) Don't touch me nigga, you might
want em to flip I told my nigga get the dough and keep the blau on your hip Travel safe, you know that I'ma hold it down on the strip Good lookin, word
life Positive to comply Don't screw up facing that crowd Progress don't fall back. We can't have that I'll hold your hand Black We can't wind up with
niggaz round your neck you ain't gon' never come up Maybe I'm jealous cause you love them more Can't understand what you love them for Don't get me wrong
Do Is Drink. [Chorus:] Life Has Got You By The Balls - DON'T LOOK BACK - AND FEEL NO REGRET! Can't You Heed The Fucking Call - DON'T LOOK BACK - AND
you can't remember a thing Who caused this crime? Just then you look down and see the blood stained on your hands and clothes Panicking you begin to run
wave them proud Take a deep breath and say it loud Never can, never will, can't hold us down Nobody can hold us down Nobody can hold us down Nobody can hold us down
can twist and turn But you won't get loose Better forget getting rid of me I don't see how you can You put me off and I will hunt you down...again I'
lives on Please don't worry now that I have gone I've gone beyond to see the truth When you know that your time is close at hand maybe then you'll begin
makes me want to start If I'm falling down a mountain Then I pick myself up If I crash into an iceberg I don't give a frightful look around.. If I am
hand, felt like a sack of bricks I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none Found it in the
if you know someone in need of this weed leaf You can take my number down and beep me I'll hook you up if you look me up Just don't give my number
hoe (Fuck your little record, punk) You're a weak ass hoe (Eat a dick) [B-Real] Now look at her over there (damn), lookin all fine Shakin her ass, tellin me to grab from behind Please don't
Real] Let the rain pour down from God above With the blood of my blade, no love, begin the flood Open the gates, let the battle begin, wherein With wind
DEA can't keep Greenthumb in check (Doctor!) HPS, God Bless the whole crop Please God, don't let me see no cops Trunkload, ready to hit the highway Don't
the side step, bucks him down to death man With the greater lyric, if you can spare it Just an ass kickin, is what you inherit So don't try to snake