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Hey!
[vocal
understood, how we did it
How we made this music groove very soul

Yo I lamp out in the e-7 v-12 screamer
The new benz, seen
290 thou, wow
Somethin rap budget does not allow
Why you laughin, I don't see funny
Pull back two mac-10's now a big mac-20
is the basics
Quik and I we run the
Hold your mouth don't say
through any borough
That stretch from past the tri ? ?
Better us dog we ? kernel?
Don't get it
We crews, it's my rules
come correct and get abused
I bring the ruck to any cats bringin
Make 'em it, like tupac's dear mama
It could be pitch and I spot ya
Boom! kick in your door like big

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Dj motherfucking
Erick

[dj
Ay, tell me what you get when your nigga
And quik get down with the e
You get we
E, make the bubble
Make the bass all on you shake they out
To the ground and dig em out of e
Partyin, happy you shook the whole crib
And if you got a pound e dub I got
'cause is how we do it here
It's ironic you done stepped into a room
Of purple hydroponic, fat booty bitches
Tryin to take you to a
Tryin to get you to they know who you are
you see the red carpet, they lay it out
And if you got a fantasy they play it out
We big rap niggas
the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '88
Now cross my dogs or cross my path and whet ya
Way from the compton town, and I bet ya

[vocal

Ha, yeah, ladies and
Yeah, the bar is now
C'mon, yeah, on me
C'mon,
to you, avirex to the z
Yeah,

I'm the spin doctor, phantom of the
If this was '89 I would break you off
Cockblocker, a few g's in my lolo
Not dough hoe, my b came in solo, dolo
Most react like a homo
And when wit a crowd now they wanna get loud
Wanna act wild and act a criminal, foul
And stretchin a mile, but really got the of a child
? ? steal our
Extra points like a goal kicker
a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin
I'm walkin away, a man
'cause y'all niggas than sand
'cause we fuckin a fan and locin out wit pan
I fucked mother, so now I'm the motherfucking man!
Break fool on a like it's supposed to be
And break bread with the real close to me

[vocal

C'mon, yeah, dj in the motherfucking house
Yeah, this dick in mouth
Ha, c'mon, yeah!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, you it aint
The west coast brought cats in 1999
All the way bouncin millenium
Ha, c'mon,
Yo, shit, yeah, c'mon, yo millenium shit
Yeah, yo, millenium shit
Yeah, yo, dj motherfucking
Yeah, yeah, ha, yo, yo
Yeah, eyed bandit
Yeah, bitch can't stand it
C'mon, yeah, it bouncin
Yeah, r.i.p. troutman
Yeah, yeah, c'mon, ha,