where love is your only friend And we are the ones that will make you feel better And someone to spare when love is the only end And we are the ones that will make you
You think we won't do our thang.. Well ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the commas And whoever among us And you know Imma bust my ass until
If you want it, baby come with me It's way to trill the way you makin' it feel The way you tworkin' is oh so sexy Oh baby, you sure love the part It
I've been around this globe and back enough to know the fact Who loves me and who loves me not We be shit?s so hot, you could put it in red tops And
-hop Hi-hi-hip-hop This is my life, this is my life Hip-hop, until I die, until I die 'Cause this is my life, my life Hip-hop until I die Yeah, yeah,
Timbs, Gortex, or new Walla's You're facin', the Cochise of operation And if you ain't tastin' you should steady observations Doctor/patient, leavin' mics with laceratons Love
for me, yeah Now all my Down South shorties come on do that thang, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Now all my East Coast shorties come
Slugs put you in a coffin for life It's bug how they put you on ice For the love, the money ain't right Haters'll grudge, pay you like a mummy at night
m from Oakland You fuck with us bitch, somethin' gettin' broken Your leg, arm, jaw, nose, pick a part Oakland motherfuckers'll break your heart Until you recognize game in your face You
you no lies (What?) 'Cause all I wanna do is uh, get ya high, And uh, lay ya down and do the body rock She said come on, and we got in the car Took a
love is gone Eternal Eter-nal After the love is gone After the love After the love is gone Is go- Witchita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard ---------------------------------------- ...
that come in a jar I'm playing with her kitty later come in the car she a red bone but her cousin is dark a little out of shape but you'll f-ck in the
stop coughin' You're wastin the lingo, soon all the sack's gone He'll take this bounty rhyme for you to stack on Anyway you have it, you love me like
'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone, if you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your
'll knock you out if you talk about me Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes doubt me And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your
and you see me bold And now you wonderin why we kickin in your back door This ain't no suburb my nigg this the ghetto, and you gon come through flosin
and you seeming bold And now you wonder why we kicking in your back door This ain't no suburb, my nigg' this the ghetto And you gon' come through flossin
syllable position is beautiful Only respect niggaz if the feeling is mutual G Rap snatch the tools from you, I'll throw 'em in the crucible Prolly throw you