Give me a black goddess, sister, I can't resist her No stringy haired, blonde hair, blue eyed Pale skinned, buttermilk complexion Grafted, recessive,
Listen to the preacher man But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a
Hey yo Cube Make it ruff Cube, check it out whassup? Yo this bitch was suckin' my dick Then I told her? What? Make the music with ya mouth bitch Baby
Look at that lil' ass Westside doped out Insane in the brain, little nigga servin' Caine Use to have to axe could he cross the street Now he's rollin'
Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin', fellas So shut the fuck up And who the fuck are you? Steppin' up in my motherfuckin', uh Chuck Taylors, Knick
Damn, I'm broke, my feet hurt (Inside the mind of a car jacker) And that bitch is slippin' Damn, it makes me wanna creep Damn, it makes me wanna creep
Microphone check, yo, yeah They won't call me a nigga They won't call me a nigga Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin' to me? I can't hear
Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood Like everybody from the hood is up to no good You think all the girls around here are trickin' Up there lookin
[phones ringing, babies crying] [white guy:] Hi how ya doin' ? [nurse:] Doctor's office, could you hold please? Yes sir can I help you? [white guy:] Yes
Yeah yeah Fool you know how we do it West Side Comin' from the West Side Nothin' but the West Side Ain't nuttin' goin' on but the bomb ass rap song
I'm far from perfect baby I know it's true But I guess nobody has to tell you I don't always listen and I talk too much I think I'm in tune when I'm out
[Over Kill cover]
I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep Waking up dead from the sleep Just like a diamond Watch me shine Bright like the sun Make you wanna pull
I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it I rose from the grave, I had a close shave The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen
It's been fun, destroying our bodies It's been great, just being together Crash another car, smoke another cigarette Make love to all our favourites on
A Sadistic Maniac Is Inside His Mind Double Personality Behind A Pretty Face Everything Started At A Young Age Like A Funny Joke Among His Best Friends
It's panic time In the tale of two cities Such a crime the needy and the greedy Downtown is deadly The nerve of the killer elite Home street home, a place