And stick them onto everything If it don't conform to what you were born into Then you run the other way You say, "Now what's your style and Who do you listen
Sometimes, hey Slim, you should be nicer than you are Sometimes, you take that complaining shit way too far I mean, I thought it was cute in the beginning but now
, now come on Scream, jump baby come on Get your hands up, what, now all my ladies do it Get your hands up, what, now let me walk you through it Ohh,
[Yukmouth] Welcome Little boys and girls, listen A man can get caught up in things (Right) It's like a gridlock (Right) He gots ta have it (ugh ugh),
But you can have her player partner Yo, cause I forgot, my baby mamma (Your mamma) Now who got the baby mamma's uh, uh Now sexy mamma's, mamma's, mamma's Now
getting knifed down, Cos nigger got pissed and brought a knife round, They don't care about a sign said put the knives down, Next little niggers gonna get the knives now
I'm not wanted So I'm givin' you the sound that's not wanted I'm on my way now Wish me luck, I'm doin' my thing now To the bikes let's go everyone who
high school kids I put lives at risk, when I drive like this I put wives at risk with a knife like this Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
me to, "Rock the Bells" NWA said, "Fuck the Police," now I'm in jail Ninety three was strictly R and B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael
motherfuckers ain't jack shit I'm here to represent the Boogie Down Making niggas leave town before sundown And if you don't listen, G I'll stick a knife
over here. (Hey, I hope they're just fucking with us.) I've requested tank support. (I ain't ready for this shit.) Now sit back and listen to 'em, but
B.C. Get so high, just can't take it, walk through my house with a sharp knife naked, I'm paranoid and I can't stop shakin' now it's all good though,
that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox Now
real critic not explicit with false props I keep my darks deep my lights bright I'm very thorough With my churascurro inspiration spark and a knife Now
critic, not explicit with false props. I keep my darks deep, my lights bright. I'm very thorough with my chiaroscuro inspiration spark and a knife Now
you see I'm trapped Can't you see I'm so confused I can't get out [Verse 2] Now your wondering lost in a jungle You came in hyped up but now your humble
it at, where it at Where it at, where it at Oh do he rhyme with a slug from the shots in his face or Do he rhyme wit a slug tryin' to sound like mase? Listened
that how the gun and the knife is It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya When ya come through and fishtail in Hennessey Viper Listen,