around your corner, but I ain't set tripping But I will, wet niggas and wet women With the calico, I had to let a motherfucker know That I come around
was, four in the mornin' got a call on the cell What the hell, you niggaz just shot at? Yo, they missed her, blazed most fired pistols Now it's our turn
Aiyyo Shareefa go to the store for me. I need some razors and a fresh box of baggies, the ones with the tint in them! Aiyyo son turn that water down a
a chicken wing, so He bends down to pick up the sticks and his pants fall down (Dang!) In my face, Question didn't frown, turned around And thought he
they G's and they ain't Mess around, get layed down in the paint Better do what you say, and say what you do For I come around your hood, broad day with
to archie bunker Ignorant, accurate, coagulate, you imagine it Hate the nigga boy, and stabbing it All over, the odor makes you wish he was down with the force So you can mess around
why the road turns, why it turns Ooh, I'm missin' you Nah nah nah nah nah, oh tell me why why why why There was this girl around the way that make cats
, this is your brain on drugs I pick up my remote control and just turn 'Cause with that bullshit I'm not concerned See me and my brother jump in the BM Driving around
drivin' Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh, John Henry? Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you" John Henry said, "I feed four little brothers
was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried sexing That was around
senseless shit that's small Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun Snatchin' purses 'cause I'm young and dumb If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn
, connected all over the motherfuckin world, nigga Recognize this [Time Bomb] Now in my younger days I used to sport a rag Backpack full of cans plus a four-four
Verse one: {lil' slim} Growin' up in the hood thinkin' everything Gonna be all right but it's the nine to the four and Brothers takin' yo life I'm pourin
the mirror so I can see who can see me, South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test, With four brothers in the SS, I can't go around and can't back
Off top, I'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands Contraband on the other hand Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man On the real, I'm a
at ya Yeah, yeah (Hustla, Hustla...) Aw, shit It's over now (Chorus) I'm just a Hustla from C-Town And my life's been turned around 'Cause we're Mo
Word em up [joe sinistr] Word em up, ha ha Got the e double, right there [e double] Jmj combined with grand.. royal.. Nineteen ninety-three, ninety-four
I love chicks with they braids pushed back That look like four racetracks, now chase that 'cause everybody wantin mine, taste of her tongue's like Duncan Hines Can't stand another brother