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Here's what they think about you |
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Here's what they think about you |
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Here's what they think about you |
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Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off |
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Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft |
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First you was down with the AK |
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And now I see you on a video with Michelle |
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Lookin' like straight pozas |
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I saw it comin', that's why I went solo |
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And kept on stompin' |
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When ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton |
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Livin' with the whites, one big house |
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And not another nigga in site |
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I started off with too much cargo |
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Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough |
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White man just rulin' |
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The niggas with attitudes, who ya foolin'? |
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Ya'll niggas just phony |
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I put that on my mama and my dead homeys |
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Yella boy's on your team, so you're losin' |
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Ay yo, Dre, stick to producin' |
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Callin' me Arnold, but you been a dick |
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Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick |
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You got jealous when I got my own company |
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But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me |
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Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most |
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You could yell all day but you don't come close |
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'Cuz you know I'm the one that flown |
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Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go |
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With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace the C P T |
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'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy |
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With no Vaseline |
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Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline |
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Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline |
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Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline |
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Damn, it feels good to see people on it |
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The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' |
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Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain? |
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You're gettin' fucked real quick |
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And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit |
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Tried to tell you a year ago |
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But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so |
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I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked |
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Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank |
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Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it |
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'Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect |
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Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls |
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'Cuz I heard you're, like givin' up the drawers |
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Gang-banged by your manager, fella |
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Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready teller |
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Givin' up the dollar bills |
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Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels |
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So don't believe what Ren say |
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'Cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte |
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But I got a whip for ya Toby |
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Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me |
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It's a case of divide and conquer |
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'Cuz you let a Jew break up my crew |
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House nigga gotta run and hide |
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Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside |
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So don't front, MC Ren |
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'Cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10 |
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Broke as a mothafuckin' joke |
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Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team |
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It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart |
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and they rippin' your asshole apart |
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By takin' your green, oh yeah |
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The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline |
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Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline |
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I never have dinner with the President |
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I never have dinner with the President |
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I never have dinner with the President |
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And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant |
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Now I think you a snitch |
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Throw a house nigga in a ditch |
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Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys |
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You little maggot Eazy E turned faggot |
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With your manager, fella |
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Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr Dre and Yella |
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But if they were smart as me |
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Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree |
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With no Vaseline |
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Just a match and a little bit of gasoline |
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Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on |
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Till that Jheri curl is gone |
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On a permanent vacation |
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Off the Massa plantation |
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Heard you both got the same bank account |
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Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout? |
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Get rid of that Devil real simple |
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Put a bullet in his temple |
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'Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew |
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With a white Jew tellin' you what to do |
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Pullin' wools with your scams |
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Now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs |
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With a midget who's a punk too |
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Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you |
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Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin' |
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Gettin' fucked at night |
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By Mista Shitpacker |
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Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline |
