really are gone you're so automatic the way you bleed you're so automatic the things you need you're so automatic the way you see you're so automatic
you really are gone you're so automatic the way you bleed you're so automatic the things you need you're so automatic the way you see you're so automatic
Jigga What' Wouldn't be sign to Dr. Dre I wonder is its luck They got me on MTV with Banks, Fifth, and Buck I ain't tryin to be L.A.'s king he carry a
espoir, semble trop noir Comme la couleur de la peau de mon peuple enchaine par L'esclavage mental, car L'ignorance est telle que le malin l'emporte
yours like to be served Ain't she greedy, don't you think she deserves A smack: she's the arrow, you're the target Can't you see she's inloved with
I'm collectin these vicks when I put the dick on her O.U.T., L.A.W.Z. You fuckin with a nigga livin destructively, pump and pee Tuckin T's up in (?) when
timin That's while I keeps on grindin (that's right) to the point where a nigga can't stop Too much feelin this shit, that's why I'm quick to peel a bitch
puree jusqu'a l'extreme. C'est leur plancher, Eh negro ! C'est l'heure d'manger, Bruler leur sperme en echantillons, souder leurs chattes on va pas s
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'm rich rollin, pistol holdin Pockets swoll nigga, that's how
you and who you comin with No homo, T.I. had to go stupid Im on them high hills, and I am no Boosie Ave. riddin with the phantom roof gone Automate back
cruisin) And it's all to the good Orale, check this out (Lil' Rob) Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita C-H-E-V-R-O-L-E-T- you don't know? Forty-five player for
Your Gators, We Like Odds In Vegas You Can't Ball Then It's Probably The Haters Can't Breathe Then It's Probably The Desert, If You A Gangster Or Not
think hes bail L lay 'em down no remorse come with me to hell O overnight we be rich when we touch the trick C catch him slippin' he's so soft do 'em
nigga I hope it's worth it Spray ya ass like a job from perfect Gay man suck a dick A-T-L, Dade County and Trick [Chorus] [T.I.] Y'all suck ass niggaz
New York motherfuckers where we don't play And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's
he got him Others ran, but no mercy to the posse's wrath Automatic Uzi motherfuckin' bloodbath Let's peel their caps back Let's peel their caps back Let's