t make it anymore No don't say nothing 'cause baby there ain't no more Just leave your flowers by the door, leave 'em by the door Leave 'em by the door
can't take it anymore No, I can't make it anymore Don't say nothing cause baby there ain't no more Just leave your flowers by the door You can't see
roll And that's love for the paper, foldin', I saw these hoes But I had my [unverified] nah, nigga that's my nuts [unverified] Don't touch that And then he won't
the S T L M O 3 1 4 Call the cops I see a robbery in progress Lunatics about to steal the show From the S T L M O 3 1 4 I'm real brass to smash with
's up? Yeah, don't believe everythin' you read, fool Nah, they know what time it is but you know for those Who don't know, I think it's time that we
L-O-X I took one L and life is still Double X Brick City where I bleed on the streets at The E's in M&M's, I need a relapse And bitches, grab my mic
from the L.B.C. Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G. Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane Clowns
there we'll flow, to the Florida Keys and blow trees Fuck a couple of hoes and spend some cheese That's how a boy's life is supposed to be Make our
so I scat's and find's One of my hoes house to chill by, one that I live by and One that's not afraid to die, so I lay back up by ya who up by the corner
with the pros where cops won't dare go Got top centerfolds too hot to wear clothes Still me, always have and will be I.L.L.G It's silly to hate but feel
A.T.L., come and ride wit' a G Hey I done told y'all I'ma O.G., never had cold feet You end up with no teeth, nigga you don't know me I'll knock ya
me I'm a G-O-Rilla On the real Don't get wit me That's on the real And don't slip on a banana peel Because you will get killed BY THE GUERILLA I'm a Guerilla BY
s ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine, gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H, be the light of Shamar Work hard, Shamar, C-Cipher A.L.L.A.H Adapt bars snatch
make cat's go crazy [Nino Bless:] Fuck a lecture, ain't tryin to be Pun's sucessor That term's done fucka, what up whatever You bird's is food I'm about
, everybody rise, everybody rise N.C, A.T.L, Chicago, Cleveland, Miami, L.A, Houston We bite the nigga straight outta jail, give me the money nigga I'll smack you stupid, ain't
't want no more? Mama, drama, told ya' no limit done took over I'm a N O nigga L I M I T soldier I'm a N O nigga L I M I T soldier I thought, I told