's askin' what's takin' so long wit 'em Jump Off, I'm the best to happen He's the answer, the who's got the next in rappin' I suggest you ask 'em If Hip
it a ghetto, Same way you make cyanide, same way you make amaretto. Hip-hop's in the street, now were all busting *ecko; 50 Cent's on MTV, now it's cool
[Intro: Joell] Yo I ain't gon' front, shorty used to look GOOOOOD She's just lookin alright nowadays It's crazy {"C-C-C-Cookin Soul"} [Joell Ortiz:]
blues, blunts, broken 22's Monkey see, Monkey do A shorty sipping sunny dew Now its V.S.O.P. in a G.S. thats mad smokey Murder tree's, Crusin gun in the
in wine cellars Sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a g That's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta To the fullest
) Real talk, my faith would deter me (ahh) Seven days, my heart's still burnin' 'Cause it was all just good a week ago [Verse 2: The Game] It's funny
So maybe it's history repeated I know it sounds sick the idea of havin another kid But this one it really feel like it's his (OHHHH) It's the truth and
copiers, so I'm Corona bound To check Drew, a.k.a. Dr. Butcher and what's goin down And Joe with the Jetta, enables us to get around town He's a clown
nines and Mac's But we still got 22's we're inclined to pack And I much prefer the profit margin nowadays And crystal meth, it's all hype with crack It
get you ladies, mm fine i dont even have to rhyme - on - time because when i dont rhyme - on - time this s*** still sounds - like - grime! but oh s***,