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Yeah
Earth, Wind on the airwaves
Cocoa butter and hairspray
I could see it in my dreams
The way she walk on the runway
Remember Crenshaw Rodeo? Go up on a Sunday
It was all fun and games until
They came up with gunplay
It was hide and go get it
'til I marry you one day
Tell your mama I'm the one
And if you with it, then okay
Smoking bidis with my eyes closed
Listen for 5-0
Our enemies lurkin' in the city of rivals
I was just out in Oakland
That's the home of the sideshow
Why you trippin'? You should never say
That on a cell phonе next thing
I'll be in the cеll doin' the elbow
Like why did he tell for?
It's wicked like hell, though
Gotta stay on my tippy when I'm
Out in these shell toes
This the life in the ghetto
Not the life of Geppetto
They be lyin' in their raps
I'm just speakin' the real for 'em
Mafia, what else?
Perc 10 and my Selsun, all this paraphernalia
Beatin' 'caine, big creature
Now we Legend of Zelda
Link with plugs that I met
Found the connect with Griselda
She had a thing for Luis
But I was messin' with them
Cooked it up in the pickle jar
Pyrex and the Hammers
Waitin' on the pack to land
I had to check with the mailman
Youngin keep a blowtorch if I
Tell him to melt ya
Have him put that iron on you
He a hell of a welder
Was less likely to succeed
Looked at to be failure
See my gaga, hide the weed
Show some respect to your elders
Elmer Fudd twelve gauge
On Stehelem with Thelma
Dre juggin' the dummy brick
Had to repress it with Elmer's
Me and Jack off of Belford
Cop some thirties from Faster