name, the lips numb I'm talkin brains in the back of the Range, (been done) I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one But if you close your eyes
name, the lips numb I'm talkin' brains in the back of the Range, been done I be's like only five, ten, weighin' one, seven, one But if you close your
it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool After hours it was cool Ten after one I
[Kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe Stop
(Thank you) Cameras or guns one of ya'll is gonna shoot me to death Just know that shit I take it...Easy (That's how we doin' this) (I like that) I take
Rid Of Me Bombs Like Timothy Arms Like A Centipede Hoes Through His Door Make Sure He's A Memory One Nigga But I Got Em' Shook Like There's Ten Of Me
So much mail I can hardly spend it V S lumps in my Rolex pendent Shit been spending for the past ten years Face done escaped all tatooed tears I guess
know, I'm not the one So see the next one, wha oh! whoa I'll slap five to a brother who ain't about no jive I'll smack ten to a friend who hooked me
who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp
their friends Always take the piss but they?re loyal in the end But watch out 'cause they?ll steal your girlfriend Take her 'round the back; she'll come back limping
wrong with these niggas man? Talkin' 'bout i ain't a fuckin' MC... I've been at this shit for seven years nigga.. Eight times platinum nigga... Two Bentleys.. One
Because of my technique, I'm the one you let speak I collect crops and props like spinach I'm vintage, your single sums up to a ten inch My soul brother
Carrera's A Predator Collector Of The Best Of The Ericas, Rebeccas, Etc...Set In My Way) One For The Money And Two For The Base Three For The Bail And
name, the lips numb I'm talkin brains in the back of the range, (been done) I be's like only five-ten, weighin one-seven-one But if you close your eyes
the sun went down One eye trained upon the ground Even now I find their things Glasses, coins, and golden rings It?s ten years since that ragged army Limped
[kurupt] Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cock My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block Call my cousin snoop as I swoop in the coupe Stop
when we hit ya' Comin' dead off to you fuckin' raw Like underdogs, see, we gonna win, never was you just a friend From way back when count to ten, now
[Verse One: Mase] Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed