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Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
Yo No matter how much money you make Brothers gon talk about you Yeah, no matter who you are, uhh Talk about you.. Niggaz gon talk about you (talk about
Use to all the attention, huh? (Yeah!) But you don't want no commitment, huh? (Uh-uh!) Why not? -- You should be comin home with me Sittin in this lap
Drop this Drop this Drop drop this this this this Drop this Drop this Drop drop this track He's a stereotype He's got the baseball cap And he's building
Sitting on my porch sippin' on Jim Beam Read the newspaper man, guess what I seen Shit bad enough to make a grown man scream And then I woke up, this
[Sirens blaring.] Layzie: Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're muthafuckin' right. Krayzie: Yo, fuck the police
Man I met this chick so fine So bad, she made me sick some time I just had to fuck this bitch one time I met her in the galleria shopping, buying Gifts
(Nicki) Yo Cassie you a bad b*tch i'ma call you Lassie Just left the tall a*s state Tallahassee Don't mind me Even with your GPS couldn't find me Looking
I own the club That's right Akon, Dolla-Dolla Especailly the strip club Let me talk to em T-Pain Let me talk em Konvict let me Talk to em Chorus: I hit
Im just thugging in the club with my squad , Bitch we deep If a nigga jump stupid
Who the fuck do you think you are? Get out of my hair Who the fuck do you think you are? Comin' round here Who the fuck? Who the fuck? Who the fuck do
When you walk in the bar and you're dressed like a star Rockin' your F me pumps And the men notice you with your Gucci bag crew Can't tell who he's lookin
Transmission, here is the force Are you ready for the new technology? Introducing the cool crew Yes There's Rick, there's Axel and there's me I'm the
Look inside, look inside your tiny mind Then look a bit harder 'Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired Of all the hatred you harbor So you say
You can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me till the sun comes up 'Cause you can fuck me
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[Swizz] Flesh, what's poppin' baby? [Flesh] Chillin man, you know, you know how it is. Holdin' down the DJ crown. [Swizz] OK. [Flesh] heh. Yeah.... [Swizz