gettin little mentions Then I started wantin more attention Then I started wantin the whole crowd to know every word of my shit an sing it loud Yes we
all this protestin' and rallyin' Death toll tallyin' Foul smells around them [?] in the alley and Corner filled with teddy bears, cause they killed a child again, They sing
killed this shit, I ain't got to rhyme no more [Verse 4 - Twista] Welcome to my hood Where poor members of faculty backing me If you ever try attacking
the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we sing
in the city, I sing Plan up your family, ha-high, me say Plan up your family, ha-high Uhh Sex is part one but every story has a sequel (Try) Not to
about Los Angeles Still the only place for me that never rains in the sun And everybody got love To live and die in L.A., where everyday we try to fatten
split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy style I keep it raunchy and funky Like a dirty laundry pile I can rhyme, I can rap, I can sing, I can
that shit If you ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer I
would, go and say i never rep my city, my city Red Cafe non stop hustle non stop grind i generate dough seperatin coke lines from a cold city big big city
' the limbo Chemistry you can never cross with them Thinkin' inside that they either be as a mean ever polite [Incomprehensible] You can try to read us, you can try to beat us Try
want to come test me now think The game is over it's officially my time You fuck around nigga and get ya label shut down Who them niggas try to diss
hit a breath away When you don't got time, you ain't never late Come so victory is here, we can celebrate Okay, I'm on my grizzle, on my grind Go ahead try
ain't got the cash to stash, suck my dick hoes Strictly a bell ringer Lay another finger on this big bad one miss lady rap singer I be the one to blame
kitchen I was fine dinin', you was eatin' chicken I'll bust a bad ho, nigger take your pickin' Like a slut callin' bitches on my cell phone But my bitches, try
a brand new song to sing And I'm told that if I try That I can do most anything Well then I would like to sing a song And make this morning ring As
to stop me talking to myself And now the silence is broken And my soul is to sell I need to pick up the pieces To scatter to the wind Hold the city
it! By any chance Can you see me too? If you are Watching me Smile for me I'm waving my hand Try singing With simultaneous translation Good morning
wit me electrik city hot as can be wearin red panties who could he be f****n wit me come down wit me to electrik city [talk] can u bring it daddy? [sing