Climbing, building me up, tearing me down
Lifted back up we are climbing
All of this time
Drifting right back to the ground
Building me up, tearing me down
Lifted back up we are climbing
All of this time
Drifting right back to the ground
Suddenly, suddenly, suddenly, suddenly
Questioning and saying
Our opinions, they're failing
They're constantly changing
Our ignorance, remaining
We're hoping and waiting
We're living, but dying
While trying to find out
My meaning isn't planned out
Come to the conclusion
Might as well be an illusion
We're trying to find out
Here we go down that same ol' road again
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within
Here we go down that same ol' road again
A memory, a regret, a hope
Here we go down that same ol' road again
Empathy controls the wind that blows and tickles our skin
A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant
Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood
In a modest town where honest people dwell
Making the cleanest energy for the greenest plants to grow
Richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain
Then you should sit in your backyard
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops
'Cause they unveil honest opinions about the stars
We must push on, we must push on
Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
We’ll be mourning this morning
There is no need to complain
Cos we’ve been ignoring this warning
There is no pleasure without this pain
We’re drawn together by accident
We’ll be forever with these words and
Melodies they’ll guide us through this speck in time
We’re trying to get the missed attempts
We are forever with these words and
Memories they’ll guide us through this night
We’re getting older, older, older
Another day, another rut
Along the highways faults
We sat and watched him, the saddened watchmen
He’s all alone
We’re drawn together by accident
We’ll be forever with these words and
Melodies they’ll guide us through this speck in time
We’re trying to get the missed attempts
We are forever with these words and
Memories they’ll guide us through this night
We’re getting older, older, older
But it’s not over, over
Cos this all, all you’ll ever get
Don’t forget that, don’t forget that, don’t forget
Cos this all, all you’ll ever get
Don’t forget that, it’s your one and only chance
Go this far, on your own
We’ll be mourning this morning
We’ll be mourning this morning
Cos we’ve been ignoring this warning all along
Well, I've been absorbed in mediocrity
Been hollowed by uncertainty
I've taken all of my beliefs
And given 'em up
Cause there's no guarantee
Of a god or longevity
Admit you don't know anything
And give it up
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
Give it up, give it up, give it up
Well I don't know what to believe anymore
But every now and then I feel a moment of awakening
But then it's gone, then it's gone, then it's gone
I'm blanketed by the warmth of ignorance
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
If I'll go somewhere special when I die
If I'll go somewhere special when I die
So I'll just go on living my way
There's a strength in duality
Penetrate mentality
Give it up, give it up
Learn from casualty
Don't have faith in anything
Give it up, give it up
Singing, I don't know, no, I'll never know
I'm giving up
Singing, I don't know if I've been reborn,
Lived a past life, suffered in another time,
I don't know
If I'll go somewhere special when I die
If I'll go somewhere special when I die
This lonely old man at heart, resting gray hairs
On wrinkled arms with nothing but
A stool to hold up his back
Skinny legs with Japanese mileage
Crossed at the ankles
He's unaware
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Unaware of his surroundings, youth in packs
Swarming like wolves to a fresh kill
The scenic tracks, he's just scared about dying
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
It's the only way to understand it
Too bad, too bad, too bad, so sad
Days have come to an end, where all
Where all has been lost
Maybe you've never seen it
Maybe you've never been through it
It's the only way to understand it
Save your clever statements
Braid your severed view of it
Distorted and complicated
I'm sorry but it's over
Essential to awaken
How moving
Here we are
That's what it's all about
I'm sorry but it's over
To love here and to love this
I'm finally breathing
Before you go
There is something more to say
Persistent resentment
I'm sorry but it's over
Seduction for destruction
I'm finally breathing
To love this, all this
It's what it's all about all the way
Before you go
I think I'm awake, rolling on my blanket
I am sinking into the bed, light around me
Beautiful washes of pulsating color
Buzzing white noise, it sounds like one hundred bees
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
Pulsing, you control it
Body's asleep and your mind is awake
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
Let's act like children while we sleep paralyzed
I too once thought the radio played
I can't even concentrate on this
It's over thought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry
It's been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and over tasted
Maybe in time, I'll appreciate it
Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
These papers are stuck in this book
Until they're torn out and pasted
To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated
Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
We'll be with you
Longing for what has been lost
Longing for what hasn't been obtained
It's a small cost, forgot the past, lost the future
Only now remains
Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon
So you say
So you said it right
So you say
So you said it right
Waiting below
The sun's getting brighter
Downstairs, I dwell
So you say
So you said it right
So you say
So you said
Ceiling slowly squeezing me tighter
I'll lay down but won't run
Hoping now that this can get brighter
And that time will come
So you say
So you said it right
So you say
So you say
River is damned
I can't recorrect my path
Through this obstructed venture
It isn't flowing yet
Caught in his stare
Electricity travels through my wires where
They're reaching for it's core, electricity
Feeling sorry for yourself again
Feeling sorry for yourself again
So you say
So you say
So you say
We're born into silence then let it all be
A fortune in silence then just float astray
Born into silence then let it all be
There's a fortune in silence, oh
Watch it explode while fragments of
Irony's examples fly and hit the shore
And tyranny's torn from the podiums
Where leaders stand but rule no more
Pleading with nothing
Why don't we lecture about something
Protest the way we're passive today
Watch it explode while it's not impossible
For flowers to bloom and grow next to graves
And babies are born in the same buildings
Where people go to pass away, pass away
Pleading with nothing
Why don't we lecture about something
Protest the way we're passive today
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes?
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes?
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes?
We live like penguins in the desert
Why can't we live like tribes?
Born into silence then let it all be
A fortune in silence then just float astray
Born into silence then let it all be
Pessimistic, yes it may seem
But if you've been there, you know what I mean
A struggle and suffering that won't go away
It won't go away
It won't go away
I am not the one to blame
We are all a part of the problem
Damn for all your complaints
We are all..
Sitting in the sand watch the tide roll up
Take a deep breath in as your past fades out
Let everything else just fade into the horizon
When the planets stop spinning and the music stops
Take a deep breath in let your life fade out
With everything else youll fade into the horizon
I'll never leave this place
The place where I was born
I need a little more information
To add to this confusion
These delusions
They aren't meant to justify the things you do
Thankfully, I haven't been taken very seriously
Keep moving onward, keep moving onward
I don't know if I've been reborn
Or lived a past life
Suffered in another time
I am gathering the pebbles I need
To drink from the well
We are all part of this problem
Here we go down that same ol' road again
Sympathy unfolds the shell that holds all the beauty within
Here we go down that same ol' road again
A memory, a regret, a hope
Here we go down that same ol' road again
Empathy controls the wind that blows and tickles our skin
A memory, a regret, a hope, a stimulant
Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house in a modest neighborhood
In a modest town where honest people dwell
Making the cleanest energy for the greenest plants to grow
Richest soil that is drenched with the freshest rain
Then you should sit in your backyard
Watch clouds peak over the tallest mountain tops
'Cause they unveil honest opinions about the stars
We must push on, we must push on
Recent it seems
We must push on, we must push on
Though we bleed
We must push on, we must push on
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
In a modest neighborhood
All you need is a modest house
I was put in a round room
And told to sit in the corner
While they wash my brain with a dirty rag
I was given a hammer
And told to build a fortress
With walls impossible to penetrate
You're the only thing I need
And you've become the only thing
That keeps me breathing, without you I'd be
In a dark place, no lightswitch
An open wound without a stitch
Maybe now you will understand
No matter how stable
The foundation may seem
Everything is crashing down on me
With papercuts on fingertips
Blackened eyes, and broken lips
Forever wounded, it's hard to tell
You're the only thing I need
Whether I fail or succeed
Within my blindness, you are all I see
The morning fog sun burns away
A predator's eye without its prey
Maybe now you will understand
I won't quit on you
No, I won't quit on you
I won't run away,
Ever, ever, ever, ever...
Yes, take time to realize what you have
Yes, I did but suspended and now I hang
Beneath the ground that we have made
For all of us to walk on
See me now
Crawl away, crawl away
See me now
Crawl with me
See me now
Crawl away, crawl away
See me now
Crawl with me
Yes, take time to realize what you have
Content but descended and now I swim
Beneath currents of hope and faith
Now it is time to surface
Wake up brother
[Incomprehensible]
[Incomprehensible]
Where you go
See me now
Crawl away, crawl away
See me now
Crawl with me
Believe me now
Crawl away, crawl away
To sacrifice oneself never made sense to me
Cause life is really the only and last gift we've all received
Some will waste it in the name of something you can't see
Continually defeat the purpose of that something creating
Oh, delusions
Are meant to justify, justify the things you do
Oh, delusions
Never really qualified, qualified as an excuse
As he approached the city center with the skyline in view
There was nothing left to contemplate, he knew he must follow through
With the plan certified by faith and a plan written in death
At that moment, this was it, he took his last breath
Oh, delusions
Are meant to justify, justify the things you do
Oh, delusions
Never really qualified, qualified as an excuse
No more hiding, no more hiding, no more blame
No more fighting, no more fighting, no more pain
No more chaos, no more chaos, no more stress
And no addiction, no addiction, no more mess
No ?, ? swollen head
No more greed, no more feeding from the hand
No more writing, no more "blame it on the man"
Realize it's your own fault
You're suffering, feel your pain
Allow me to be your sponge
Cause I can absorb your sorrows, I'm the one
Fire may rain down on you, but I'll be your water
Waves may crash on you, but I'll be your land
Cause I want to give you, just a temporary bliss
Just a little bit, just a little bit, a little more information
To add to my confusion, to add to the frustration
I don't need it
So shed your pain, while I sit in silence
As you bleed your deepest feelings here
Quakes may rattle you, but I'll be your sky
Winds may twist around you, but I'll be your clouds
Just a little bit, just a little bit, a little more information
To add to my confusion, to add to the frustration
I don't need it, no I don’t need it
He woke up next to her, his head against her head
His hand upon her breast, he knew today meant death
He kissed her on the cheek, and then on her lips
Thought to himself "it's the last time I'll do this"
Put on a suit, pressed and clean
He brushed his hair, grabbed his keys
Then he headed out to the morning air
With an anticipation no man could bear
The air was heavy, he could feel it in his lungs
With every step he took, a prayer rolled off his tongue
They were prayers of forgiveness, and prayers of praise
And his actions a gift for a god without a name
Just a little bit, just a little bit, a little more information
To add to my confusion, to add to the frustration
Gonna miss your ways, your sin, your smell, your smile
An anxious attempt to let you know
Dancing on the roof of some cartoon showroom
But in an instant Id give it all right back
So keep moving onward
Run through that open door
Consuming knowledge
Wormhole through times before
Cant you hear their voices crying
Cant you hear their hearts breaking
There is only so much we can, only so much can be shown to you
The rest is your choice... its your choice?
When I close my eyes, I see two faces above me
One to my left, one to my right
I took you under, under my wing to shadow
It never did bother me to hide you from the light
So keep moving onward
Run through that open door
Consuming knowledge
Wormhole through times before
Cant you hear their voices crying
Cant you hear their hearts breaking
There is only so much we can, only so much can be shown to you
The rest is your choice?its your choice?its your choice
Wait for me
You're onto something
Maybe there's no need
To play catchup, to play catchup
Wait for me
You're onto something
Maybe there's no need
To play catchup, to play catchup
You're casually
Casually walking through life without a worry
I'm worried its effects will show
So now I'm gathering
Gathering the pebbles I need to drink from the well
So thirsty, so thirsty
Wait for me
Well, I am not very far behind
So wait for me
I'm still chasing you
Wait for me
Well, I am not very far behind
So wait for me
While I play catchup
But thankfully
Thankfully, I haven't been taken very seriously
Seriously anxious to run the course without stumbling
Stumbling over fences, now I'm falling
Falling down the hillside, it's way too steep
It's way too steep
Wait for me
Well, I am not very far behind
So wait for me
I'm still chasing you
Wait for me
Well, I am not very far behind
So wait for me
I'm still chasing you
I happened to take a chance
Now there's no turning back
Return to childhood dreams, there rested figurines
I've been through life fast
Riding over broken glass
There is no question now
The opera is over
The singers have all gone home
Seats are all empty
The kitchen is closed
The sidewalks are sprayed down
The blinds are pulled down
Foundations unstable
The wrecking ball is back
Requiring this band's vacancy
Requiring this band's vacancy
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
The symphony's concluded
The instruments are all cased up
Notes are silent
But music's still apparent
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
Spirits are jaded
Art is dying
Is art dead
Art is dying
Is it dead
Believing we need it to move on
A one track mind in a one way time
Let's go ahead and gentrify
Let art die with noble minds
Steal a brush and paint boundary lines
For the stale kind of people we'll find
Walking in single file line
I think it's time to finally rewind
Let's go ahead we might as well
Rents are rising
Our lease is up
Culture is down
52 carat blue diamond
Rhymin', interior designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar like me on the mic
Hit your point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get good with me
If just i can find your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo couldn't be
All the way out here, yeah Nicki t
Russian, get the weed sparked
Get the party started
And watch yo back fo the shark
Nigga cold-hearted
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I got a fetish for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don't know what my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, like dem baby pit bulls
And ain't no way you can touch my....cool
The 12th floor at the Marriot
You know, me and my tigaz chill there a lot
Fetti
I sit alone when the mic's on
With Tyson every time that the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember rhymes used to ride with nets
Flight at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t shirts and gats
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the candy store
You know who I am, I'm like credit card scam
Hot like tofu, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, netting that riddicula
Hit the cloud like the bear or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a good friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya
We got bakin soda
All the way down in minnesota
We got bakin soda
Down in minnesota
I told my mom somethin' that made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said rappers don't die
We not gonna have an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in hell high, kickin'
Now put the rhyme on a triple beam
Now rock it up, and chop it up,
And try to grind into triple cream
Don't get caught with the same scheme
Meaning don't get caught with the same thing, King
It's like you got to be bald
Cuz hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far
I think they mad when I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break some off
The hot wax that's real fatal
Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a turntable
They say Gretta's got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter, foreva
I hit the night like stormy weather
And if you brag about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better
I rotate like the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your block
You better knock on the door tiga
And lay them all on the floor tiga
Cuz i think they want more tiga
I blow em out like a flat tire
And hit the weed for Richard Pryor
Then call em all straight liars
The corks in me like the tail of a fox
So get the grease hot, nigga
Punishment is painfull when you know that you deserve it
It's like a hustla on a clucka let me show you how I serve it
Nigga I see you, it's the tall bald eagle
Representin somethin but you respresentin seagull
Pigeoun! Yeah you's a dirty flyin rat
You carbon copy cattapiller or should I say fax
Relax and get jacked like that nigga in Menace
Fuck around patna and get smacked like a tennis
Ball! Man did my niggas juss call?
It's 911 it's yo nigga Dre Dog
So nigga fuck around and get cut like a canteloupe
Try ta run and get chewed up like a cheetah on a anteloupe
Payback's a motherfucka sour dope deal
Targets make noise like a mutilated seal
Dead with a scared look on they face
1995 it's a cocaine race
The Firm!
Mothafuckas doin that sherm
Slug ass niggas get treated like a germ
So when you see me nigga you'll refer to me as mista
Or brother in law nigga cause I'm fuckin yo sista
More bass!
And it goes like that
More bass!
And it goes like this
More bass!
And it goes like this
More bass!
Yeah, I chews gum and beef jerky
Eats chicken and turkey
Nigga you might wound me but you neva will hurt me
He's cut!
The left eye's all fucked up!
One hitta quita got em walkin like a drunk! (hehehehe)
Skunk and a blunt nigga all rolled up
Tug boat nigga in the sea juss sunk
I'm a yacht
Mothafucka gimme what you got
All packed in like them nappy dreadlocks
Sardines, all cluckas get that cream
And ta get it outta you, man I fucked up
Raise up!
That paybacks pimp's on the hunt
Darker than a tinted window, quiet like a monk
I wanna hear ya cry so I ain't gonna pop ya
I wanna see ya scream right before I drop ya
So check this out mothafucka when I got ya
I'm gonna knock the wind up out ya
Panic!
Mothafucka yeah it's the indo mechanic
Quick until ya start this
Colder than the arctic
Step up in the mind of a creep thief artist
Hungry for the bankroll
Stripes like a sergeant
how can sick can one nigga be
you think im off that PCP but its Chewy!
a lot of niggas never heard of me
i said beware of me
now they scared of me
hu...i said come to my sunday service
nigga seen who the reverend was then they got nervous
the niggity nasty Jim Jones
boot ya in the head,
steal toes to the dome
poted dank, fools its your choice
niggas hate my face but they love my voice
and just like that, i make them ball and nob
kiss the hand of a true dog god
cross ya heart foo, and hope to die
cause you will die when you crucify
cause i gots frisco all sewed up
pitbulls in a bunch hidin in the cuts
cause when i say it, i mean no mercy
the frisco hitler, turnin cali to germany
im a down muthafucka when my homies call
20 rock while my dogs roll up like fog
this was a triple six verse not a triple four
and after this, im gonna give you some more
yeah and it don't stop
yeah and it won't quit
dre dog is in the house
fuck that muthafuckin bullshit
my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me
thats why i made ill mater of my family
nigga you ain't shit, im the lyrical lord
ask whats up nigga, two plus four
cause when i catch you im gonna bust your dick
roll up a blunt, chewy and tai stick
i snort caine, and do cocktails
make way for the six five killa whale
that love to box and don't care if i die
with fists that will open and shut your eye
niggas hate dre dog, so i'll die one day
but reappear like the lord on easter sunday
yeah, dankers going to call me puff daddy
dippin in a caddy, pant hood a saggy
i don't play dead, i don't roll over
turn ya back and i'll break ya shoulder
a voice that will sufficate your ass like plastic
a throat that will chug a lug battery acid
im dre dog, can you tell im high?
nigga heres a shovel, dig deep into my mind
you violatin, and a blow ya a chin
and after this muthafucka i'll come again
yeah and it don't stop
yeah and it don't quit
dre dog is in the house
fuck that muthafuckin bullshit
yeah and it won't stop
yeah and it don't quit
dre dog is in the house
fuck that muthafuckin bullshit
open up the frisco gates of hell
fillmo, HP, dre, RBL
and the siccer i come, the more they run
im in a rage, off that indo and cocaine
you got my fade nigga that was my chewy
Fuck ya crew cause ya crew never knew me
and just like the world turns muthafucka that burns like mase
when dre dog is in ya face
so come nigga, but im a come quicker
finger nails will make ya call me jack the ripper
and then i'll crack yo back like a flower seed
punch you in the back of ya head and make ya eyes bleed
dre dog won't stop
cause its 187 on a muthafuckin cop
and ya stripes will get took quick, bust ya damn dick
by a reckless young black pit
indo or tai, nigga lets get high
2 to 3 blunts and watch the red eyes
plot, watch me plot
911, 415, coughnut im in a hot spot
get ya glock, and ya guage your there for me
and fortay get the rest of OCP
and all the punks will pound them
you want to hear this with a beat nigga, buy the fuckin album
but for now heres a scripture,
in the back of the bible you'll see my picture
ill mannered, RBL, fortay, its a triple team
I used to laugh when I see dope fiends get beat
Bleedin' all out they head in the middle of the street
Shit, ball fights would go on in the park
And like vampires niggas come out in the dark
Freaks sell dope for material shit
On the side gold-diggin' for some part-time dick
O.G. nigga's turn into alcoholics
What you think about it fool "Nigga I can't call it"
Little kids run around wit' a nose full of buggers
Well my nigga's on the block sell that rocked up shit
Touchin' they gat everytime a fool pass
Quick to put slugs up in a nigga's ass
We say fuck school, we say fuck grades
We rather get paid and snort cocaine on the Ave.
I see some niggas I used to go to school with
(Back at Gal)
They look at me like my face is full of bear shit
They don't even say whats up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate in the cafeteria
Huh, but those days are rested
I grab a dime bag of ses, get my change and keep steppin'
To the store for some zig-zags
Every store on my corner is owned by an Araib
But like a bucket I say fuck it I'm drivin'
Grab my dick, spit my shit and keep rhymin'
Cuz some nigga's don't like me, but I don't care
They put they plex on they chest act sick and try to fight me
Yo, but I don't want to bruise ya
I rather take you on tour wit' me nigga then lose ya
Then hit back to the set, roll a seven and eleven
Hit the dice game and then... jet
Them police wanna find me
Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji
And I don't care about jail hoe
I just lift weights let my hair and my nails grow
Beat up on the fags, I did a calendar
Now I'm even sicker on the Ave.
Some niggas say they sucka free
Now why the fuck you motherfuckers keep fucking with me
I love pussy like a motherfucker
But I'll be damned if a fool get me sprung like a clucker
I'm not a motherfuckin animal
You want your pussy ate baby
find a nigga that's a cannibal (lick lick lick)
And he'll eat your ass up
And while he eatin you I'm on the set making big bucks
Cuz there's money out on the streets (on the Flav.)
And if I didn't have the streets
then the Dog nigga wouldn't eat
So baby throw that gum
You got your mommy and your daddy
and a nigga for an income
And my niggas on the block, got one income
that's from breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when nigga's get shot in the head
But a helmet won't work though
Ya get a nine in your ass and watch your dick blow up
Cuz real niggas just multiply
But now days real nigga's just die
Put a bullet in a nigga's ass laugh then jet
Real nigga's smoke buddha hoe
Triple cross a muthafucka then giggle at his funeral
I snort caine with the hard heads
Outta when I sale to make mail from the damn feds
Now I'm about to get high
Hit Kentucky for some chicken then the store for a St. Ide's
Dre Dog creeps solo
Me be wit' hella muthafuckas ah hell no
Cuz I don't worry bout' shit
I'm a pit and pitbulls ain't to be fucked wit'
So I'm back on the block, snortin' caine doin' thangs
Well them young locs just jock
And white folks can't pass
Give up your cash and your bags
(Whale calls)
(Dre Dog talking)
Hehehehe...
Oooh...
This shit is on beat....
Hehehehe...
Man...
Drop that shit boy...
Hehehehehe...
Fillmoe....
Hehehehe...
Did somebody say umm...Fillmoe?
Mista Jim Jones could ya...please drop a verse?
(Dre Dog)
Nigga it's the J to the I to the M to the J-O-N-E-S
Nigga in the flesh
Chewy boy, doobie with the buddha cess
I'm like the Lion King cause everything I see is mines
And Tommy Tuckers man they stop and fuck us like a sign
So read my mind, the situation's critical
And off that chewy man shit can get like (??britical??)
You think you know me? Well test your luck and try me out
And watch me treat you like a cow in a slaughterhouse
That cutty chrome, that microphone
That new Jim Jones, that indo zone
That watch that valium on your dome
I'm putting beary fairy niggas in a state of shock (shock!)
And I'm a killa whale but nigga check my pimp walk
So bust that, crush that, crush that
Cuh-crack crack!
That's how that nigga's neck snap
I'm harmon like that (??move a ree??)
Deadly like that Octagon
Fillmoe to the fuckin heart
Crooked like the Pentagon
Recka! Niggas get jumped like checkers
So what's the use if fuckin Salt if I can't fuck with Pepper
So check my rep, survival tech, and hit man killa tactics
Niggas get berry faced down on silver plastic
Mothafucka, niggas get split like a wishbone
Dank or dope, bank or cope, Nigga Mista Jim Jones
The fat rat dominator, microphone terminator
Quick to break the neck of an E-40 imitator
Nigga don't front, you know I got you open
With more Raider in me than they ever had in Oakland
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
PLOT!
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
And I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
(Dre Dog)
Nigga check my Ike Turner way of doin things
Not out for peace, Dre Dog is out to ruin things
The most hated mothafuck in the Frisco park
And Tommy Tuckers that talk foo I watch like a hawk
So strike a pole, strike a deer when you see me bitch
And like a hound on a fox fool I'm on your scent
You fuckin skunk
Some sugar red some chocolate ty skunk (what?)
These niggas step up and get hung like a duck
Cause I'm the dirty worm hunter
The catterpiller killer
Attitude juss like a ruthless Cuban coke dealer
In Miami, nothin but the money and the power
A deadly mix at 6 foot 6 I'm sorta like a tower
Or a tanker, a mothafuckin Iraq tanker
Nigga raise up and get (dropped!) dropped (dropped!) like an anchor
The Gaurdian Angels lookin straight to rip right on the spot
Cause all you are are voluntary unpaid rent a cops
And I'm a factor, better yet a motherfuckin force
Now I gotta shoot you like a broke legged horse
In pain, nigga break me off beneficial
Mothafuckas praise Nino Brown and Felix Mitchell
Big bread, too mothafuckin smart for the feds
These niggas try to raise up (what you say?) but I heard (what i said)
what
you said
I'm like woof, I know foo but you don't have a clue
(Fuck you!) Nigga fuck me? NO NIGGA FUCK YOU!
Fuck them mothafuckas I don't duck them mothafuckas
I say fuck them mothafuckas I don't trust them mothafuckas
So without a doubt I'll turn it out I ain't got no time to clown
My first words are to the point-nigga lay it down
So rock me up cause I'm dope and triple beam to scale
311 is my block but nigga I'm a killa whale
CAUGHT!
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
I'm a Pisces but I'd rather be a killa whale
To all you mothafuckas that juss can't tell
Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head
Sometime I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And i starrin down at something
That's very out a control
Tolerence at zero
Emotions dead and gone
If indo was a pebble
then i'd be a stone
Patience low I rest to go
I got's to get Ahead
Motherfuck these hoes
And Impose I got to get my bread
The streets say nothing nice
They quit it like the idus
And everybody dippin seein
who can get the highest
Now check this out
without a doubt
And about to come fresher
And about that cab
And protect that ass
Don't pannic under pressure
My stabbin like a whip
Or better an aligator
temper going up and down like a
Like a fucking elevator
bitch I want it know
Don't give me no delay's
My hustlin got me trippin
Listen from my ike turner way's
Man this life is real
No time to be an actor
And i'll play no man
let me know
It's like the stress factor
I want to grow old
have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die i'll rest in peece
But man that's all a dream
This donja got me trippin
It got me feelin bleak
But I can't remember what I did last week
Now look at my face
This shit ain't fake
The pain to turn to pressure
Every nigga that know me
Don't cop down to that pressure
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin known
So I took it as a hint
When ohh my missions free
Mind full of hatred
got me fuckers time is hard you see
That monkeys on my back
And I can't get him off
So whatever I do
Mom it's just for you
No matter what the cost
I put that on my life
Everything I see is dark
Money is rare
But I don't care
Stop that niggaz heart
He's comin on a big wheel
I'm comin on a tractor
Man take this hate
It's too late
It's called th stress factor
Some think that i'm the man
Some think my shit don't stink
But yes it do
I thought you knew
I'm not a coward nor a fink
One side of my heart got love
The other side is hate
Boy that hate is steamin love
Right in it's fuckin face
Women ask me how i'm livin
I tell them day by day
With a donja joint
That lovely voice
A mr. Marvin gay
And I got to get away
That just might do some good
But every time i get away
I miss the fuckin hood
My homie lost his job
He don't know how to react
So I do thangs to help him out
Like to a little crac
That shit's over rated
Niggas Complicated
But you woulod never know
From that cat flow
How the pictures painted
Motherfuckers wisper
And think I don't hear them
And wonder why i'm over high
And never go near them
But love to all my niggas
from workin to mid jackers
Cause matter what you feel
(Dre Dog whispering is in parentheses)
[Dre Dog]
ooh, here comes the sickest and the illest of them all
(what's your name boy) they call me Dre Dog
the coke snortin, chewy smokin reverend in black (yeah)
just because you know my name fool, i don't have your back
but put some pep in your step and get the fuck on
before i have hen flashbacks and get my fuck on
but a lot of motherfuckers seem to think i'm satanic
(why?) but makin sick shit from the mind is automatic (hahaha)
grab a motherfucker is my motherfuckin thang
and i slang these thangs like cocaine (i slang em)
and muslims hate me but i don't know why (i don't either)
is it because i say fuck you and your bean pies?
and no, i don't want no final call
i smoke skunk and still say man to all
cause i'm the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
mo money, mo money, it's the black Jim Bakker
take naps in a coffin, sleep in a body bag
only paper that i like is money or zig-zags
rolled a blunt for that fool i didn't know (he didnt know)
Dre Dog get his amp from the lord indo
nigga do it, nigga good , do it for a ho
i got an axe to open up your chest just like a front door (open up your
chest)
an axe to open up your back just like a back door (back door)
and money for the cents i got the best indo
cause i never was a kid, my heart was too cold
when I came out my momma's pussy i was 12 years old (hahaha)
with long fingernails for the cocaine (long fingernails)
rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
potent ass dank for a fuck ring
and some sucka free niggas when i gang bang
so kneel down and bow to the sick one
i'll have the devil coming out your damn eardrums (eardrums)
and when you see him say my name fool, don't scream
so cut your dick you punk bitch it was a wet dream (haha)
it don't stop...
(chorus)
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i snort caine and it gets me ripped
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] yeah, but i snort caine and it gets me
ripped
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but i smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[Dre Dog]
i should buy a cemetery and get much bigger (why?)
and make money off you dead ass niggas (hahahaha)
but fool you don't hear me (what?), niggas fear me (why?)
but they wanna get near me (who are you?)
the six five devil's son, (who?) I said the devil's son (who?)
can you find a more wicked one? (no)
that can creep through the night like a wicked witch
smokin ty stick (what?), on a broomstick (yeah)
because a nigga like me like to shake right
Now watch me jack off by your mother's gravesite (did you know her?)
because I knew her, and i fucked her, and i missed the cock (uhhhh)
but here's a pipe without the knife on how i rip shop
the most hated man in Frisco's in your brain now
smokin chewy, you got me sick but im insane now
so give me body like Latifah and i might beat cha (everybody)
with my beanie on i look just like the grim reaper (hahahaha)
pony tail, saggy pants, bulletproof vest (what?)
like an alien, Dre Dog is coming through your chest (through your chest)
i'm not a cat, i don't scratch, i got long nails (meow)
i'm a pisces but i'd rather be a killa whale (killa whale)
don't turn your back, look how you act when i come to town (Frisco)
praise my name, kiss my ring, now bow down
sick material,
now don't you know my voice is good for fuckin' up your stereo (yeah)
now Dre Dog account for cash, whoop that ass,
make the blast, (hahahaha) with a sinister laugh
(chorus)
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine and it gets me ripped
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I smoke blunts and it gets me bent
[fuck you, Dre Dog, you ain't shit] but I snort caine, I snort caine
I smoke chewy like a mothafuckin nut
You got a gram bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me can't fake it when I'm high
Get the Visine for the tight red eyes
Jump in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out but we ain't done yet
Get another one blaze like a barbeque beef
It ain't nothin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
Yeah, I'm a skinny 6'5 motherfucker
If you didn't know me you would think I was a clucker
But I'm not a clucker I'm a dodger and a ducker
Come a little closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya
And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you
Turn you over like a little bitch and I'm a fuck ya
And like a fiend for the weed I'll tweak
Four 15's in your trunk that's beef
Proper ass amps ??? Alpine
Put the coke on the dash roll a dollar do a line
Pump RBL maybe 1,2,3
Or the funky shit by the I.M.P.
Now I'm high like a motherfuckin jet
Fuck a 9 to 5 I'm a juke on the set
Slang these thangs and fuck these hoes
One line at a time goes up a nigga's nose
The shit clears my sinuses just like a shower
Indo or the tide blend it in with the powder
Now I'm chewy high with a hard ass dick
Oh there go my pager could it be a trick bitch?
Oh it's Janine, she lick my dick clean
Come right away and bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga that's sick caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog won't die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck
Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out that shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg Slim
I said how you doin, my name is Dre Dog
You give me your number I'll give you a call
She said my hair looked proper as it blew in the wind
But I can't have her number cuz I fucked her best friend
It's a pity I'm a nigga that just don't care
Except for my dope my money and hair
Cuz everywhere I go it's the same damn song
Nigga smoke more dope than Cheech and Chong
I love to tell the truth but I'm such a good liar
The Dre Dog nigga smoke more than Richard Pryor
I'm true to the dope that I smoke no joke
Check me right now there's a gram in my coat
Cocaine blunts (what?) and hip hop tapes (what?)
Rubber car keys and ID that's fake
And rhymes do pay so my pockets do grow
I snort so much snow that they should call me Dre Blow
Cuz I don't drink beer I don't drink gin
Bust the freak hit the pussy then I try to fuck her friends
Dre Dog don't laugh ain't a damn thing funny
When niggas talk to freaks who ain't got no money
I done smoke enough blunts fool to fill my brain
Chewy boy do me raw cut cocaine
And niggas get pumped when they smell dank-a-roma
When they smell dank-a-roma then they know I'm on the corner
They offer me drank but I don't get drunk
Situation critical cause shit ain't nothin nice
Motherfuckers play for keeps so niggaz lose they life
Money comes in different ways, the dope game's kinda slow
Niggaz used to havin money are lookin kinda po'
Dank or dope, there ain't no hope this niggaz peelin caps
Gangstas pullin major leagues and brag about the jack
Situation critical this chewy got me stuck
Indo calm a nigga down but keeps a nigga pumped
My partners mamas smokin rocks and turns into a hoe
And since they fuck with that right nigga the gat will snort and blow
Killas move in silence and the jokers run they mouth
Fightin fools that don't exist take that nigga out
Cause his love is murder, two jack burgers takin your respect
Coke and dank sex then baked your homies in the set
So flash yo cash and whoop your ass if you've got more than me
And whatever you got is more than mine so nigga let me see
Cause jealousy's reality when it comes to niggaz bread
And snitches go from rags to riches snitchin to the feds
Cause coke is queen and money is king and niggaz want the crown
So all you niggaz goin up you fuckers comin down
The situations critical with doughies on the streets
Kill em dead and get yo bread but make sure that you eat
But I ain't done yet
The situations critical
My baby's momas trippin, got my son and I can't keep him
Wanna cry to hear him on the phone, but she won't let me see him
This chewy got me paranoid and boy im kinda scared
Niggaz startin to know my face so I had to cut my hair
Cause nigga, shit is gettin thick from here to Alabama
Cause every nigga's tryin ta live like Tony "Face" Montana
Some niggaz talk about they'll kill, but nigga no you won't
Some niggaz that dream of playin hoop but end up sellin dope
Cause 3, 6, 5 like everyday man dolja takes it toll
And motherfuckas live to be a G Original
Cause kill groups, its keys the juke, and rubber band they G's
Money shows this ain't no joke, well bow down to your knees
Situation critical, fuck that 9 to 5
Chewy got these niggaz amped and they ain't scared to die
So miss me with that bullshit and hit me with that bank
Make me with that bammer bitch and rush me with that dank
Time is runnin out partna, time ain't runnin in
My freedom is the only life, so fuck the fuckin pen
So as I chew my juicy fruit and think about the dead
And all my niggaz that had died because they had some bread
My mind is on another level nigga this is typical
Check my eyes I'm dyin inside, situations critical
Situations critical
Niggaz dressin rich, knowin they broke without a doubt
Born and raised in the same hood in a roach infested house
Situation critical I think I'm bout to die
The enemy is creepin up and fuckin off my high
A nigga hit the 5th and makes it home in desperation
Wipe the sweat, hold my chest, and then I plot retaliation
Now before you clown you best calm down cause I read you like a book
Now must you stare cause I don't care, cause I won't even look
Thangs ain't what they used to be a motherfucka told ya
Niggaz got the mind to kill and that includes the rollers
Cause 2, 4, 7 like everyday niggaz servin cluckers
Beatin up the bustas, fuckin Tommy Tuckers
Some niggaz say they gangstas and they love when money folds
But mosta the time these niggaz be beefin over hoes
Cause pussy comes a savage beast and it also makes you broke
Especially when that sexy freak is snortin all your coke
So check my situation fool and check my state of mind
No matter how you makin paper nigga, thats a grind
My indo habit increase this week from eighth up to a half
And nothin funny motherfucka, nigga why you laugh?
So fuck this fame and fuck these records, motherfuck these raps
My mother's broke there ain't no hope, her son ain't got no stacks
Its the same old song I'm doin wrong, nigga this is typical
check the fuckin world mama, situations critical
scottie,scottie
scottie,scottie
[andre nickatina]
put the phone on ya but it's the booty call
and I'm comin' ta bust nuts on all ya'll
and I'm out
half a blunt hangin' out my mouth
speedin' like a demon on 101 south
I smoke chewy like a muthafuckin' nut
ya got a gram bag get the zags an' roll 'er up
it's Andre Nickatina tiger comin' out the cuts
maximum speed drivin' I don't give a fuck
garcia blunt fully hunt down the cat
these bitches on the street muthafucka were you at
dippin' on swayze wit my niggas from tha set
the blunt went out but we ain't done yet
get another one blaze
bitch get paid
a welfare that check every 15 days
i remember highschool lowfuel and bushy
cuttin' that muthafucka go gettin' pussy
caught up in the madness
this freak was the baddest
I seen her baggy jeans and her ass was the fattest
ooh it's jenine
she licked my dick clean
come right away she got a twomp sac of weed
nigga I'm sippin
my potna's got the tay' stay sippin'
talkin about money,hoes,hustlin' and pimpin'
I'm over
doja like this fine bitch
shinin' like a car or my news stands smith
cut the fade
hoes get wet from the wave
dancin' in a cage with ass for days
it's like this
I didn't know you smoke chewy bitch
now bring the yale too so we can fire up a spliff
about six
my pager's talkin' to me sayin' "shit
the battery's low in this son of a bitch"
yeah 15's pound like this
15's screamin' out bitch
15's bumpin' gangsta shit
mind on a muthafuckin' grip
[shaggie]
a nigga graped his coat when I heard them 15"s
with a new 9 in the waistline of them jeans when I them 15"s
heard them 15's
grab my weed to get keyed when I heard them 15's
fresh out the house about to pop my p's
my niggas done swoop me up about twelve fifteen
what's the first thing to do but find that weed
in that sedan de ville cadilac wit' the gangsta lean
I gots to pop me a not
soon as we hit the spot
so I can hit the ho twice and see how much cash she got
me and 'dre will hop out
when we hit the parking lot
and get to flossin' on them fools like i pooled up at the postop
jumped out the car and we was feelin' like g's
I was broke that day but lookin' like I slang keys
but these hoes will neva know
cuz them ones will have you fat
when you off in one of them clubs and dressing all in black
and it was cool I had juice to get in with a strap
in case I see one of them niggas from back in the days I done jact
in fact
my nigga shot done served that nigga a sac
and told me that he had 3 mo' niggas posted out back
bring this on
cuz right by the back door is my cuzin tone
and mr. blunt
ready to give some nike reading lessons to a chump
we make them bleed
then leave the seen
wit them a.r. 15's
a.r. 15's
[andre nickatina]
man I don't drink cappacino
I'm a picses not a leo
can't even strike to reno unless I tell my fuckin' p.o.
drinkin pina colata brooms staring hard at the moon
on the eightteenth floor hopin' I can find my room
five star
adictive like liquor at the bar
I sell tapes nigga bring it on cash or master charge
I gets lower than a den when I'm strikin" on a mission
lookin' for competition
or maybe a couple bitches
my style is something deadly like a newport cigarette
I'm a street chemist bitch
a money hungry pit
like daffey duck I gives a fuck
it's mines it's all mines
catch a flight in hienz
cuz I'll leave that ass behind
come stick with me
I'll bumble like a bee
cuz my boo
we was cool
back in nine two
but check it
I hit the party and these niggas holdin weed
and i hold it in at my heart and don't wanna leave
yeah what I think not
ya know we hate cops
imagine if nigga bought
every donut shop
in the city
fuck it in the muthafuckin' world
greesy like a curl
priceless like a pearl
strikin' like a lighter
bitin' like a biter
bitch did you recognize my whitewall tires?
(shaggy)
yeah man i recognize your whitewall tires, but we got to get this over with
you understand me. I'm makein' moves I can't be standing around it might have
been a good day for you,but I'm a tell you it'll never be right.
I stepped outside and I was tweaking
so tipsy mentally geekin'
I seen my nephew he had just got plug
he gave me credit he hooked me up with a proper dubb
here come my girl I hope she got a pipe
it might of been a good day for you,but for me it'll never be right
I must have been geekin' and I stole my mama's t.v.
now my little brother and my nephew wanna see me
but I ain't lookin' for them,I lookin' for a triple beam
and I'll be back later on cuz I heard you niggas got ice cream
something fat never that soda
fuckin wit the mexicans ya'll be havin' that peruvian yola
strait butt naked a dobe fiends dream
nextellin' ain't no tellin' when I put it on a triple beam
I love that bitch if ya know what I mean
Check this out heffa I'm a ghetto star
69 Cutty is my favorite car
Chew gets rolled then here come the hoes
In the G-string panties and the sexy clothes
Snow white powda jets across the dash
It's all about dope man plenty of cash
Every fucking day man an ounce to smoke
Game from the brain keep the bitches broke
Money dope and pussy hits the corner don't stop
No time for the playa haters hoes come jock and I'm over
Spittin like I'm clean and sober
Indo got me feeling good hoes want cola
It's like that man it's just like this
These heffas can't have me so these hoes be pissed
All day everyday hittin them corners
All day everyday chewy aroma
When you gets out all night fucking with a fat rat
You rubber band g's coming brickhouse stacks
Check this out partna can you smell the skunk
Or the fine red scent from the honey blunt
Do the things I do to make the hoes wonder
But I'm dock in the cuts and I'm over on the under
Chorus:
Chewy for my niggas powda for the hoes
When they panties come down bitch anything goes
(x3)
Mo powda Mo powda
Mo dank Mo dank
Mo hoes Mo hoes
Mo bank Mo bank
Chewy boy do me I still got tricks(?)
From Frisco to Flordia hoes ain't shit
I eat potatos over stuffing
Cuties.. heffas.. nothing..
Call down on the phone if you think I'm bluffin
I like money and pussy
You like pussy and money
Is it different motha fucker ain't a damn thing funny
And 30 dollar sacs make sexy hoes moist
Mary Jane and Pam is a cherries main choice
Cause these heffas they like smoking budda by the bay
Well stop talking bitch and fire up that J..
You's a hoe..
Cocaine came from the mo..
Mother fuckas try to get as high as they can go
Honey blunt stop..
New drop top..
Seatbelts.. look straight here come the cops
They gone.. mother fuck the chewys back on
I slept with cutty chrome I see hoes on the phone
Carmel and Butterscotch.. they both got ass
And I'm thinking to myself should I waste that gas
So I lit another fow one.. turned up the volume
Check the profile and the rear's quite handsome
Baby whats your name?
"Was that her or me?"
It really don't matter cause I'm thinking about a 3..
Some for the party..
Some for the rows..
Chewy for my niggas and powda for the hoes..
Chorus (x5)
I'm over on the under at E and J.
Eating hashbrowns and grits served just my way
Cause the munchies in the stomach from the indo clouds
And these heffers get wet when the 15's pound
Like "Oh Rap Daddy.. Sugar brown patty"
Get with me and you will that I can make you happy but HOE
I got Mary Jane and Pam
Where the fuck you from do you know who I am?
A nigga that will melt in your mother fucking mouth
Without saying one word hoe check my clout
An ounce of that doja..
Eighth to the face..
Back up hoes cause a nigga needs space
I'm a con.. and that got to be right
with a mind like Don King to make punk hoes fight
It seems like you ready for the grind and bump
And this chewy got me fine and I'm thinking about fucking
Going to sleep and waking up and eat
And then I'm back in the cut with this zap code beat. (?)
The phat rat cat rat nigga why you do that
I'm over on the under but you sexy hoes knew that
[Dre Dog]
Muthafucka so I heard you like to run your mouth
But eat this rhyme so you can taste what I'm a talk about
That sewer rat mack in black is back
Dre Dog in your dome lacin' caine wit' my dank sack
You get change for my respect silly muthafucka
Come closer and get served like a dirt clucker
Wit' a mind the find of Al Capone
But with the gift to manip like Jim Jones
But muthafucka I will clown and insult ya
And when you die, feed off you like a vulture
Cuz' in the streets there ain't no love so nigga fuck peace
I break your jaw and have you chokin' on your wisdom teeth
six-six two-twenty not a Tommy Tucker
You don't like me I ain't scared of you muthafucka
Cuz' I can get racist like the Ku-Klux-Klan
Call you Kunta Kintae then whup yo ass!
Game exposed on the whole damn institute
Muthafucka's get chewed like Juicy Fruit
Uhh, fools get smacked wit' the back of my hand
Nigga's get crushed like aluminum cans
Mr. Jim Jones and it just don't quite
Fillmore for life and I will fuck yo Bitch!
[Cougnut]
I'm tired of these muthafucka's talking lip
On who's down while I might waste a lyric clip
To your dome watch it bust little chumps
Brains on my chest from the blast of that lyric
Coughing up blood now your dead and nee a witness
Execute rapper's of the charts is my business
It don't really matter if it's him or if it's her
Decapitating bodies on my list like Jeffrey Dalmer
Serial style murders jumpin' off on my stutter step
Gotta keep it gruesome, keep it bloody to maintain my rep
Tales of the Crypt
It got sick, smell the body funk
Sights on crucial make Jason look like a punk
MC's on freeze on they knee's sayin' please
Bustin at they ass to these fools not breath
I don't know why these muthafucka's wanna fuck wit' me
Check your tails runnin' up on this N-U-T
I don't really care battle anywhere hard!
Mutalate your body when we battle pick a graveyard
Thats were you goin when I flow and when I rap
Fucked off diesel! Take a dirt nap
Rock a mic gotta go, you don't feel me do'
Fucked off D so when you step to the rock hoe
Rottweiler attackage, when I'm locking on your fuckin' neck
Don't other nathin', cuz' I take respect
Talkin' that shit, so listen to ya holla
Fake-ass rapper gettin' sicked on someones rottweiler
I don't wanna cry no mo so it's on.
U caught up in the mode of the new Jim Jones
Problems in the world make mary jane a hit
Young mothafuckas gettin raised like pits.
Nigga can you feel the hatred, I want you to die.
Creepin bolo, always solo, chewy got me high
My eyes are low, my heart is cold, my stare will cause you pain
My niggas, man they want to think these records... ?
Problems in the world make niggas wanna kill
So I slang my rope just to make a joint to break you off the real
Foul rat daddies make my mind go smash
Niggas smoke all day, but still about they cash
Are u a killa, or are you a fake ass nigga (nigga)
Dirty like a worm (worm), slimy like a caterpillar (caterpillar)
Mind full of hatred... killa! (killa!)
And if they don't come, go n get em! (go get em!)
It's like world war 3 in the mothafuckin zone
And anything goes when street lights come on
And I'm sweatin, every nite sleepin no noise
Always mad, never glad, indo brings me joy
So lay down to your mothafuckin nemesis (lay it down)
You say u caught me? then I'm a ask for witnesses (witnesses)
It's like enter the dragon, I creep like bruce
Callin all cars, cop/got killa on the loose
Once in my scope, there ain't no hope, cause I don't care.
You walkin now, but when u see me, picture wheel chair
Because my bear hug be fuckin off your vertebrae
And now you lookin like a cat on the freeway
You start actin like a child and I'm a call you 'son'
You try to play me like a bitch and I'm a cut yo tongue
And I ain't ever met a nigga that ain't lied about pussy to this day
But I ain't trippin, mothafucka roll a J
Cause I don't give a fuck, nigga what's the score
I got mines and nigga, I want yours
They rat head mothafuckas get government cheesed
And get the full extent of punishment by any... |higher means? |
So I'm livin like a dope dealer poppin in his prime
And example mothafucka that had dope came in '89
It's like FUCK YOU MAHN, CRACK COCAINE!
That one hitter quitter done got yo brain
Now it's only poppin, there ain't no stoppin
Money comes first nigga bodies start droppin
Niggas get hit like they comin across the middle
Cause I ain't got no time for no mothafuckin riddle
Cause bullshit walks, and money talks loud
Smilin shows weakness, so niggas don't smile
Mind full of hatred, gonna think rite
Nigga I'm head huntin, mothafuck yo life!
It's like peeka boo peeka boo, nigga I see ya
But what I got for ya foo, I wouldn't wanna be ya
The 6'6 killa whale's in the cuts, like starsky n hutch
And I'm puffin on skunk. so nigga knuckle up and your grill u better guard
Cause I'm a try to stick you like a snitch on the yard
I walk my walk I talk my talk and sometimes I mite give orders
Deceptacons, get ready to roll on all these transformers
Cause niggas don't care, they takin chewy to the brain
Mind full of hatred, off that came to the face
Bow down u little bitch here to taste
Respect gets? like staggitory rape
And it's on, voices goin off in my dome
Steady gettin high in my caddy all chrome
CHIT CHATTA! mothafuckas really don't matter
Niggas get beat like pancake batter
Cracked like egg, fried like pork
I got niggas runnin east, west, south, n north
Like a compass, yo life don't mean shit to me, fuck it
Mind full of hatred smokin chewy in a bucket
These cockaroach fucks get eat like fish
Skinned like shrimp, beat then lynched
Cause foolin ona reef shit n foolin ona bird shit
And all that other bullshit Dre Dog is not concerned with
FUCK EM.
* {verse}
We can be just like a sandwich, like ham on rye
We eye to eye, we thigh to thigh, girl when I'm inside
I'm trying to work it and jerk it girl with all my might
And you know you're my favorite cuz you keep it tight
Legs over my shoulder, hands in my hair
If you pull to tight cuz Dre Dog don't care
Sweat from my neck is dripping on your cheast
And your sucking on my fingers as I try my best
To keep them lips up until they swell
As long as I be in you they should know me well
I'm about to get some honey so we can get sticky
Prince is in the tape deck the song is "Darling Nicky"
I watch you as you moan and groan
Taking every inch of the new Jim Jones
Your eyes start to water, you bite your lips on your pretty face
You say "Dre Dog Stop!" but I don't stop the pace
I try to make it last, go ahead and grab my ass
You tell me dig deep, I try to do it fast
I'm trying to beat it up, baby in a good way
You're trying to keep up, you say you know Dre
Then she get on top and I grip you by the hips
And I can hear you say, "I'm cumming" these are your lips
{chorus}
(Juss woke up, head hurt...)
[Coughing]
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
[Mack 10]
Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
It's that nigga the M-A-C-1-0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
Punk bitches we be hoggin
It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat
But fuck that
These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog, get way back
And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
Blacked out, locced out
Ready to go all out
And rip a heffa's grill out
So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
I was in the market, you got caught as a target
Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta
Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
That nigga Ike Turner
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
You? Tryin to help Ike?
[Mac 10]
Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the
Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for
Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
And my ax as i crizack your back
For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
See, I could be a good guy
I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
Before I see you dizeye
You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
And they choke, from my hands around they collar
The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch
Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
But you can juss call me Mac 10
So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
[Dre Dog]
I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
The mothafucka there
Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam
Bitch you think I give a God damm?
Breakin backboards on 180 jams
You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin neck
With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check
[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina]
I'm such a diamond back sparrow, illegal drugs in a barrel
After shootin' cupid with his own arrow
Makin' noise like SLOT machines, and when I CLOCK this cream
I'ma get up in your mind
Rap, GLOCKS, 'n thangs
And crash the party like the 5-0
But I didn't come to break it up, I came to make the party way more live ho!
Situation's fornication
You never seen an occupation like mines, and the rhyme design
Flamboyant like the Liberace, blow weed like kamikaze
To the bitches that really want me, to the niggas that never spot me
Throw heat like quarter backs, down at the warder track
I gave ya money for dope, you bring the quarter back
Indica and everythang, and when the bell rings
It's like the twelfth grade tiga, man we gon' sell thangs
Make trips to Hollywood, and Chicago
Down in the Florida Keys, and Maraco
My mother got a twin sister
Meanin' if I seen my mother's sister
I wouldn't know if it was my mother or my mother's sister
Aim like a P210, bullets that cut the wind
Brought up and born in the church with doin' major sin
On everything I'm in, this how I play to win
Just the sound of a lawsuit makes a tiga cringe
Cu-cu-cu-cut your body
Man Nicky very naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty...
[Chorus: Andre Nickatina]
Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone
You either hoop, or rap, or get your blast on
Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone
You bring a sack of crack to the drug zone
Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone
Makin' cash so fast over a cell phone
Man it's the honeycomb, You get your money gone
You think it's jokes to crack on your funny bone
[Verse 2: Savage C]
My style is like a rifle, spittin' on rivals
And I put that on disciples in the Bible
I'm spiteful
Of crooked hoes, crooked po's, and crooked crows
I blaze studios with nuclear thorough flows
Mouth runnin' like a track meet, 'No diggity' like Black Street
Lyrically we pack heat like jackas on back streets
Suckas is sorry like Atari, we're hotter than the safari
Talkin' shit like Charles Barkley off a fifth of Bacardi
Burnin' sacks like Bob Marley, hittin' j's like Iverson
Rhymin' doper than (?), the trunk boomin' like a (?)
With more nuts than Murder Dog, we bust it like shot guns
Call me Tom Cruise because I bomb fools like Top Gun
I cover my ceilings with verses to keep things under raps
And my floors with (?) just to stay on track
Get it crackin' like pile drivers, the microphone migivers desire
to stay higher than five sky divers
And if 5-0 creeps, they gettin' shook like hands
While we slide out to the honeycomb hide out, like champs
We block journals while blazin verbals ‘til' our hands turn purple
You'll get jumped like hurdles by Nicky and Nocturnal
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: KD]
I got spits like I had a thousand pairs of mitts
We never slip cuz we all about our grip, don't trip
We're the opposite of sluts cuz we never give a fuck
And we crush what we bust
Credential city on the hush
Cuz I wipe the songs up on the microphone
Until the fights break out and all the lights turn on
It's gettin' rowdy like bar fights, know nothin' but hard nights
A Nocturnal hustler and I love to play my cards right
So understand I'm the man in this
Steady chokin', always smokin' on the cannabis
Like the bodies in cemeteries, we stayin' underground
They told me drop it like it's hot, so I had to put it down
[talking: Andre Nickatina]
Hehehe, wussup, ooh, that's nice what you got on, I like that
[Verse 1:]
Girl it's after 12 o'clock and we over high
You lookin' good enough to eat just like a slice of pie
And I can see I got you wet, you can't wait to fuck
But like the cherry that you are you're holdin' back that lust
You's a sexy little caramel in a see-through shirt
And I'm a homie, lover, friend?, flirt
Won't you look into the mirror, baby, when you ride
And tell me how good it feels when I'm inside
Cause that doja got dreamin', your talkin' got me fiendin'
So keep on talkin' babygirl cause I'm a have you creamin
Like ooh, yah, keep it right there,
Grab my ass while I pull your hair
It don't stop, sexy you can have every drop
Now turn that body over girl so I can get on top
And be cool with the lips, rude with the lips
While the covers ride down my back and off my hips
And you can feel yourself about to cum and just can't wait
With them "ooh Nick it feels so good" looks on your face
And it's workin', the nipples on your titties just a-perkin'
We ready to do some freaky shit it ain't no use in perpin'
The red light is on, my hands stay on your hips
Orgasm too I thought you knew I'm right back for the lips
And this is Dre
[talking: Andre Nickatina]
Hehehe, wussup, you didn't um, you didn't think I could cum like that did you
But um, check this out, I got something else for you...
[Verse 2:]
I'm trying to keep you wet, I'm trying to make you sweat
I'm trying to let you know that baby, I ain't done yet
Let's continue with the freaky shit, let me know I'm killin' it
Hittin' that body from front to back, holdin' on to those caramel hips
Muah, ooh shit, it's something about your muffin girl that got your boy like lovin' it
Because it's tight, it's nice, and it feels right
You said I'm the best you ever had and you sure right
You sex fiend, caramel windows off like pumps
Legs on my shoulders I can feel myself about to nut
I slows it down, man I can't do that now
Big lips, a small waste, ass nice and round
So smack smack, I hit that booty from the back
You ask me do I like it but you already knowin' that
Your muscles tighten up, you feel your second nut
You want it deeper now you tellin' me to grab the butt
Now here comes mines, were racin' for the same line
The person cums first they win like every time
Like ooh shit, I just shot out my soul
We sweatin like a race and barely got out all our clothes
That sexy dress, them high-heel pumps that don't dissect
Man call your boy I got your number and I got your back
Hehehe, it's like that, hit that booze,
What's your name again, I'm just fuckin' with you
even pimps get broken hearts
i spark the line stay trivia
blow you to oblivia
to give me, a
semi auto with led
keep a rap in my head like ruboys keep a lock full of dreads
twist like a tornado the fatal cuban jewel
run around the world saying gangsta rap rules
give an F finger to the flyest freak
while im sitting right there in the drivers seat
smoke a blunt for the gods at the crack of dawn
i think them rings that i stole im bout ready to pawn
because i grin like a P-2 10 a sun lock
rapper of the cats got glocks on cock
walk like a rat when it comes to the cheddar
and in any kind of weather with the 3 quarter leather
the lethal injection with the chinese connection
first we amp up
then we vamp up
watch them other muthafuckas all clamp up
baby talk to much ricky shut the tramp up
i enter through the back door exit through the front
we don't jock bitches, tiga fire up the blunt
heat up ya chest like yukon jack
work ya credit card the first day to the max
the 5 millimeter,
nickatina
street cleaner
i bounce back and forth from fillmo to korea
the chronic chokin rap child bustin it loud
i stand still while i'll rap trying to move the crowd
in my koneiact lounge position
bullet shots rang right before in the mision
muthafuckas thought andre was going to listen
but my detroit roots told me hit em with the piston
rip the compositions
what was yo intention?
no gratitude just attitude
bangin like mission
kill doja
i thought i told ya
i sports leather while you wear summer clothesa
my boss theme
andre going to get you back
yeah i rap but the streets is where my heart is at
and my crudentials
no insturmentals
im like a bullet in ya face right through the window
What!
the proof is in the fudge, money, raps and drugs
nigga keep your hugs
nigga keep ya love
Billie Holiday just crossed my mind
everything she sang was right on time
i can tell in my soul i was just her kind
(Dre Dog talking)
Drop it
Yeah! (yeah)
Wasup?
This is uh...one of those cocaine style raps (you can say that again)
For the killas (the who?)
The real killas (right)
That uh...that popped Dan
This yo boy Dre Dog!
Check it out (drop that shit there boy)
(Dre Dog)
Step into the mind of a visionary vocalist
Focus this, picture this I'm 6 foot 6
Ready for the battle like Desert Swarm
Feel the welts on yo body from the extension cord
Got you sweatin like a dancer
Stress and gave you cancer
Nigga you the wide receiver foo I'm Deion Sanders
Prime Time niggas get turned like a channel
Coke is this, fuck a bitch from Detroit to Seattle
Indo got niggas thinkin fuckas wanna stop me
Mothafuckas missin teeth boxin like hockey
Rabbit, I'm not a kid but you can get the Trix
You better have been sleepin cause I'm slammin Big Six
BAM! Get the smellin salts he's unconscious!
Tryin to go head up but juss cant stop this
Treat me like a red but nigga don't push me
Cause once my vocals hit the beat it's good like pussy
Killa!
Nigga?
It's the Killin of the Caine
Motha-fucka
(Dre Dog)
You live in a shell like a snail
Moby Dick ass niggas get harpooned like a whale
Not a killa (??doin niggarail??)
Fuckin with the pinnacle
Wishin for a miracle
Situation Critical
Lay it down, you betta expect the worst
All screamin like a pregnant woman about to get burst
In a taxi, now ask me, do you think I'm bluffin?
I bet I got you listenin to me juss like I'm E.F. Huttin
Or somethin, you fuckas gonna all have to learn
Favorite boxer Tyson, second Tommy Hearns
Hut hut hike!
I'm runnin from the whites (who's that?)
Cause 5-0 they only thing they see is my nights
But check this out imagine prison under the ground
Escapers at 0 and you can't hear a sound
Fuck you man Scarface Al Pacino
I'm coo tryin to get some good pussy up in Reno
A key! Stolen from a druglord G!
That means niggas gonna die for a fat fee
The lick went sour, a rat of the name
The dope got my life, the Killin of the Caine
(Dre Dog talking)
Run for cover (right)
Yeah (no)
Nigga (nigga)
Mothafucka (mothafucka)
It's the Killin of the Caine
Wassup? I got some catterpiller killers in the house (who you got in
this
mothafucka now?)
My nigga Coughnut (thats right)
Mike Mike (Mike Mike)
My nigga P-Ride (nigga P-Ride)
My nigga (my nigga)
Lo-Lo
STOP!
