a guest list place down in heaven it?s a familiar feeling I?m high as the ceiling and I?m never ever coming down Those dirty girls, girls are gonna
D. O. D. Everybody know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour
on lock holdin the pot down slow But assuring this, spoon-feeding these Starvin ass heads catchin shakes, feenishly I ball in this, word assortin this, probably recording this Of course kids
to look all through it? As kids we used to laugh, who knew that life would move this fast? Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass? An' look
hood up All my G's represent Turn up your deck Dope House click came to wreck [Verse 3: SPM] Money and the power, glass on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt
neurotic product Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town Top Dog get down Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids
a permanent suntan Walk in your studio session Damage your crew in the vocal booth With a thirty-inch Smith and Wesson Dr. Dooom on your intercom pressing your girl
Ol' Dirty Bastard] If a girl is a slut, with a hole in her butt Who used to be a meaty-bone puppy cow little mutt Came to my house smellin like trout
where kings bury there loved ones, Sick, kids guard their crop with a slug gun, From rips, move like Schapelle on a drug run, So quick, there's kids
distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house
for the girls one for the boys, deal with it that's it Had to babysit eachother, mama worked all day While her kids stayed in drama, doing dirt all day
Fresh from the harvest Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town Top Dog get down Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
know me, even fans that resemble them kids in the O.C. Oh me Oh my them girls love me like Seth Cohen, So get a grip get a glass pour the X. O. in
At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a fragment of me actually is present The rest of me is heavenly, the seventh house
Kass: See left coast niggas is the Craziest I dodge shotgun pellets in the felonious Los Skandalous Golden State Home of dysfunctional gang truces 5.8 quakes where glass houses
fuck you) And even with Hep-C and a shaved bush... (I don't remember baby girl, tell me, did i fuck you?) And even with a gang of kids and a mustache
