Everyday Struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front
do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day
another struggle
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the
user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know
about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why
you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so
devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my
crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got
P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no
doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my
tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will
show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some
consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm
doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me
if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in
hand
'Cause man
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death
knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to
juggle, another day another struggle
I had the master plan
I'm in the
caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Tutex to take over this
projects
They call him Tutex, he tote two techs
And when he starts to
bust
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait
for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got
gassed
At last I'm literally lounging Black,
Seating back counting double
digit thousands stacks
Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota
dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone
call
It couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like Nino at the
Carter
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some
bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she
won't snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker
rich
Conspiracy should be home in three
Until them I look south for the
home family
A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble
In the everyday
struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in
my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle,
another day another struggle
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor
Giuliani
Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti
My daughter
use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'm gonna mold 'er
now
Trick 'er little dope buying young girls tringes
Dealing with the dope
fiend binges
Seeing syringes in the veins
Hard to explain how I
maintain
The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
Breaking days on
the set no sweat from cold moet
Can't bag yet because's still wet
But when
I dry back in five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashing
line
I had to burst on the third
Rehearse that's my word
Thinking the
game Ds knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no!
Even though they had me
scared
Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes
That's just how
the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker
I don't wanna live no
mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday
like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle
Assmilk
Uhh, addicts arise, when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag bag slab in
disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
Reach for the
door, get your access denied
I'm not an asshole I just don't give a fuck
a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screamin' "Tyler, stop!"
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The big bad wolf to me
you're just a minor fox
Red ridin' is gettin' some of this wolfly odder
cock
We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic,
dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and Cancer mixed
with cannabis
To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and
shit
Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in
it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a
landlord so I can rape a tenants daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach,
and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace's is sick like malaria
carriers
Jim Carrey her to the cemetary to bury her
Listen busters,
scarier when I finger fuck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a
bit of mustard
Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna
haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch
manners, now I gotta learn her
I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous,
Ike Turner
Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
Except for when I'm
feedin' on the flesh of a pedestrian
Nessy loch monster stop! Will he though?
Probably not
Silly hos lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
Get the
certain tingle, eatin' Haagen Dazs
With some soccer moms while they like to
fuckin' sit and mingle
Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles
In
the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
Your grind's feeble, I'm regal,
really, I'm Willy Smith
I am Legend a Snicker dick in a vanilly chick
Come
take a stab at it faggot, I preordered your casket
This is known as a
classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
Hat is always forest so the
bitches call me Gump
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump
her
Fuck her in a hummer while I rape her and I put her in a slumber
It's
not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
No narcissists,
sippin' on arsenic
Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it
Hard
as finding retarded kids at Harvard
It's Wolf Gang barkin' keep you up like
car alarms and shit
Over the edge, yeah I had in a potato sack
Cause
I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she fuckin' Traq
I'm the type to put you
down and bring myself up
So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my
best nut
The reincarnation of '98 Eminem
60 Crip and Grizzly and some
RMK Denim
Pay attention I'm stabbin' your women friends, like a
gentlemen
Then dippin' with the fuckin' pen to go sin again
White
girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doin' drive
by's on a fuckin' fixie bike
Fuck it moron, snortin' oxycontin, wearin'
cotton
Oxymoron like buff faggots playin' sissy dykes
This the shit
that get cripple bitches to hop
Dirty crack pipes with, bullshit to stop,
ho
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Sly's little shop of horrors, now
showin'
I hate gays, gangbangers and fuckin' jerkers
Unless it's gay
gangbangers: that's fuckin' jerkers
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay,
faggot
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang bangin' in your system
Probably
banging in your sister with my children swimmin' in her system
Let me say
this shit in slow-mo, homo
You don't fuckin' skate, take off that Box
Logo
"All That I Need"
[Chorus:]
You're
all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep
it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of
that you got the good power-U
[Verse One:]
Check it
out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in
your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen
with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever,
my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nuttin
You made
a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day boo
no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and
say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never
ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so
we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't
need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin
in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with
me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you
my nigga
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two:]
I got a
love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on
the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop
around you got the good shit at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the
world
Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be
true me for you that's how it is
I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
Then
I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through
birth
Best believe
"Dreamer"
She
gotta condition of the heart a heart condition
So as a kid she had to adapt
to smarter livin'
Not much room to rebel because of health
No drugs no
booze just kiss and tell
Well known on the scene jailbait queen
Had the
first baby barely eighteen
Father of the child was after one thing
When
the daughter came the dad was unseen
It don't matter he ain't got a job
So
she had to go work
And leave the baby with her mom
Second shift 'til the
neck is stiff
But she worked it and built her own nest to live
Soon after
that baby's daddy
Lazy bum with no cash
He wanna come over and crash
He
wanna play his part
So she let him move into that garden level
apartment
She knew better she did it anyways
Explain better when you're
tryin' to see some better days
The sun's up catch those rays
Butterflies
now who's got chase?
But she still dreams after she woke tight hold on that
hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope
Two years
later two months pregnant
Same daddy same broke ass situation
This time
the doc said her heart might break
Praise god that the job got her health
benefits straight
She believes in the right to choice
But she loves baby
girl and she wants a boy
Makes more nowadays on the day shift
Balance that
with night classes
Take some time and space and make it all fit
The
apartment they now live in is overcrowded
Raised her voice and made her
point
Told that boy go get employed
He put on his best shirt
Said he
wasn't comin' back 'til he gets work
She knew what that part meant
So she
swept ever y piece out that apartment
Peace out keep out take the scenic
route
Rather only hafta feed three mouths
She adapts to everything
now
And nobody asks what she dreams about
But she still dreams after she
woke tight hold on that hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta
do to cope
Little girl was her first reason to breath
And her little man
was the first man she believed in
She gotta live right and do right by
self
She do for self she don't want your help
Afraid of being alone
But
fear ain't enough to knock her off of that stone
Gonna make that home a
home
With or without a man that she can call her own
Big boss at work is
anxious
Continues to hand her the wrong advances
She passes the test she
knew the answers
Quit the job to go take a chance with life
This is life
we all strain
While we pray for dollars and we work for change
It's all
the same we all struggle
Sometimes you gotta say fuck you
When you smile
and she doesn't return it
Give her room and don't disturb it
If it makes
it hurt less to curse and fight
Go ahead and hate the world girl you earned
the right now
But she still dreams after she woke tight hold on that
hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope
"Wonder Why They Call U"
[Chorus:
2Pac]
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Look here Miss Thang
hate to
salt your game
but yous a money hungry woman
and you need to
change.
In tha locker room
all the homies do is laugh.
High five's
cuz anotha nigga
played your ass.
It was said you were
sleeezy
even easy
sleepin around for what
you need
See it's
your thang
and you can shake it how you wanna.
Give it up free
or
make your money on the corner.
But don't be bad and play the game
get
mad and change.
Then you wonda why these muthafuckas
call you
names.
Still lookin' for a way out
and that's OK
I can see you
wanna stray
there's a way out.
Keep your mind on your money,
enroll
in school.
And as the years pass by
you can show them fools.
But
you ain't tryin' to hear me
cuz your stuck,
you're headin' for the
bathroom
'bout to get tossed up.
Still lookin' for a rich man
you
dug a ditch,
got your legs up
tryin' to get rich.
I love you like a
sista
but you need to switch
and that's why they called
U bitch, I
betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
You leave
your kids with your mama
cuz your headin' for the club
in a skin tight
miniskirt
lookin' for some love.
Got them legs wide open
while
you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to some nigga
'bout his car.
I
guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex
I pass by
can't hold back tears inside
cuz, lord
knows
for years I tried.
And all the other people
on my block hate
your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.
It's like your mind don't understand
you don't have to kill your
dreams
ploten'
schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes
open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'
I'm hearin' rumors so
you need to switch
and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I
betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I guess
times gettin' hard
even harder for you
cuz, hey now, got a baby
on the
way now
More money from the county
and thanks to the welfare
you're
about to
get your hair done.
Got a dinner date
can't be
late
trick or treat, sweet thang
got anotha trick to meet.
The way
he did it
it was smooth
plottin' while he gamin' you
So baby, peep tha
rules.
I shoulda seen it in the first case
the worst case
I shoulda
never called you back
in the first place.
I remember back in high
school
baby you was fast
straight sex
and barely move your
ass.
But now things change
cuz you don't look the same
let the
ghetto get the best of you
baby, that's a shame
Caught HIV and now you
'bout to be deceased
and finally be in peace.
So where your niggas at
now
cuz everybody left
they stepped
and left you on your
own
See I loved you like a sista
but you died to quick
And that's
why we called U bitch, I betcha.
[Chorus]
[Outro:
2Pac]
Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
keep stressen me
fuckin' with a
muthafucken mind
I figured you wanted to know
you know
why we call them
hos bitches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain't
personal
strictly business baby
strictly business
So If you wonder
why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we
call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
"Average Joe"
The
hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen
bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from
Compton
On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
On the corners where
the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get
unveiled
Everyone I knew was either crip or piru
Cousins in elementary,
relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their
rivals
Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got
jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push
these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said
you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it
goes down
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you
ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and,..
real talk, and
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (real
talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do,
y'know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (know
that)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I
was walking from Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was
like hold up
Where you from? "How-bang"
Where you stay? "Westside", that's
a piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across they hat
Dropped
backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to God I
wasn't wet
Crossed to cross Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped
the homies on the hot ninety-five, they said they already knew
What happened,
and meet 'em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was
paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball,
opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said fall back, we gon' make these
niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind
you
Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck,
but
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (I told you
nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no
killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should
consider, I'm the realest you know
I don't do black music, I don't do
white music
I do everyday life music
Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a
knife through it
You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's
cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps,
no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas
drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, it's no
joke
Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
Seven
grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
I could fall out the sky
like twice
And land in the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan
never on
Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In
other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool,
y'know?
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me
[laughs]
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster,
no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should
consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'm a
leave you with this
An OG once told me
A real gangster is either dead or
in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
I'm gone
"Gold"
(feat. Method Man)
[Intro: Method Man]
Aiyyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real
[Chorus: Genius]
Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
[Verse 1: Genius]
I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of dow jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to john doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamp
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like brandon lee
Blown out the frame, like pan am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
Kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have took out
[Chorus:]
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you.. yo
Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
[Verse 2: Genius]
It's mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
Plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars
[Chorus:]
Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
The peers that come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that's fuckin up
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold, to you
"Ride On"
It's another lonely evenin'
In another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Ain't too young to admit it
And I'm not too old to lie
I'm just another empty head
That's why I'm lonely
I'm so lonely
But I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then I'll just keep ridin' on
Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I ain't too young to realize
That I ain't too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And it's another redlight nightmare
Another redlight street
And I ain't too old to hurry
Cause I ain't too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat
But I'm lonely
Lord I'm lonely
What am I gonna do
Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days
Ride on
Ride on
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on, hmmmm
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Ride on, gonna have myself a good time
Ride on, ohh yeah
Ride on, yeah yeah
Ride on, one of these days
Ride on, one of these days
"It Was A Good Day"
[Ice Cube]
Break 'em off somethin
[inhales] Shit..
[exhales] Yo..
Yo.. uhh..
[Verse One]
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Two]
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Three]
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)
[Ice Cube]
Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck I'm thinkin about?
"Yonkers"
[Verse 1]
I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthafuckin' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'
[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn
[Verse 3]
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck so he's probably just like me
A muthafuckin' Goblin
(Fuck everythin', man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front
do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day
another struggle
I know how it feels to wake up fucked up
Pockets
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like you're the
user
Selling drugs to all the losers mad Buddha abuser
But they don't know
about the stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad bills to pay
That's why
you drink Tanqueray
So you can reminisce and wish
You wasn't living so
devilish s-shit
I remember I was just like you
Smoking blunts with my
crew
Flipping oldies 62's
'Cause G-E-D was it B-I-G, I got
P-A-I-D
That's why my mom hates me
She was forced to kick me out, no
doubt
Then I figured out Nick's went for twenty down south
Packed up my
tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
moves
Four drunks trying to stop my flow
And what they don't know will
show on the autopsy
Went to see papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some
consignment and he wasn't trying to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm
doing court for an assault
That I caught in Bridge Port, New York
Catch me
if you can like the ginger bread man
You better have your gat in
hand
'Cause man
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death
knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to
juggle, another day another struggle
I had the master plan
I'm in the
caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Tutex to take over this
projects
They call him Tutex, he tote two techs
And when he starts to
bust
He likes to ask who's next?
I got my honies on the Amtrack
With
the crack in the crack of her ass
Two pounds of hash in the stash
I wait
for hun to make some quick cash
I told her she could be lieutenant bitch got
gassed
At last I'm literally lounging Black,
Seating back counting double
digit thousands stacks
Had to re-up see what's up with my peeps
Toyota
dealer cars had it cheap on the jeeps
See who got smoked, what rumors was
spread
Last I heard I was dead with six to the head
Then I got the phone
call
It couldn't hit me harder
We got infiltrated
Like Nino at the
Carter
I heard Tec got murdered in a town I've never heard of
By some
bitch named Alberta over nickel-plated burners
And my bitch swear to God she
won't snitch
I told her where she hit the bricks I'll make the hooker
rich
Conspiracy should be home in three
Until them I look south for the
home family
A true G, that's me blowing like a bubble
In the everyday
struggle
I don't wanna live no mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in
my front do'
I'm living everyday like a hustle
Another drug to juggle,
another day another struggle
I'm seeing body after body and our mayor
Giuliani
Ain't trying to see no black man turn into John Gotti
My daughter
use a potty so she's older now
Educated street knowledge I'm gonna mold 'er
now
Trick 'er little dope buying young girls tringes
Dealing with the dope
fiend binges
Seeing syringes in the veins
Hard to explain how I
maintain
The crack smoke makes my brain feel so strange
Breaking days on
the set no sweat from cold moet
Can't bag yet because's still wet
But when
I dry back in five at a time
I can clock about nine on the check cashing
line
I had to burst on the third
Rehearse that's my word
Thinking the
game Ds knew my first name
Should I quit? Shit no!
Even though they had me
scared
Yo they gotta eight I gotta teck with air holes
That's just how
the shit goes in the struggle mother fucker
I don't wanna live no
mo'
Sometimes I hear death knocking in my front do'
I'm living everyday
like a hustle
Another drug to juggle, another day another struggle
Assmilk
Uhh, addicts arise, when I arrive
In this cracked crack fag bag slab in
disguise
Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch
Reach for the
door, get your access denied
I'm not an asshole I just don't give a fuck
a lot
The only time I do is when a bitch is screamin' "Tyler, stop!"
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The big bad wolf to me
you're just a minor fox
Red ridin' is gettin' some of this wolfly odder
cock
We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists
Flow is anthemic,
dirty like it's plants in it
Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and Cancer mixed
with cannabis
To have a bitch, ready to stab a clit with some glass and
shit
Your whole gang will be diminished, Bunch got the Brady's in
it
Spit sick shit like my saliva got the rabies in it
Fuck rap, I'll be a
landlord so I can rape a tenants daughter
Leave my house with a new stomach,
and a baby in it
Face it, me and Ace's is sick like malaria
carriers
Jim Carrey her to the cemetary to bury her
Listen busters,
scarier when I finger fuck her
After I dig her up and then eat her out with a
bit of mustard
Took karate, mommy told me "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna
haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch
manners, now I gotta learn her
I'll beat the fuck out your bitch anonymous,
Ike Turner
Over, sloppy seconds is my preference
Except for when I'm
feedin' on the flesh of a pedestrian
Nessy loch monster stop! Will he though?
Probably not
Silly hos lick my balls like FIFA lollipops
Get the
certain tingle, eatin' Haagen Dazs
With some soccer moms while they like to
fuckin' sit and mingle
Watch an Animal Planet document on the Eagles
In
the flyest '06 Supreme beanie, Sigel
Your grind's feeble, I'm regal,
really, I'm Willy Smith
I am Legend a Snicker dick in a vanilly chick
Come
take a stab at it faggot, I preordered your casket
This is known as a
classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit
Hat is always forest so the
bitches call me Gump
But compliment her tits and then its off to hump
her
Fuck her in a hummer while I rape her and I put her in a slumber
It's
not a figure of speech when I tell you that I dumped her
No narcissists,
sippin' on arsenic
Carved carcasses in the garage, don't park in it
Hard
as finding retarded kids at Harvard
It's Wolf Gang barkin' keep you up like
car alarms and shit
Over the edge, yeah I had in a potato sack
Cause
I'm cold as ice like Anasia when she fuckin' Traq
I'm the type to put you
down and bring myself up
So when I rape a bitch I hold her down and get my
best nut
The reincarnation of '98 Eminem
60 Crip and Grizzly and some
RMK Denim
Pay attention I'm stabbin' your women friends, like a
gentlemen
Then dippin' with the fuckin' pen to go sin again
White
girl, you can ask her what the dick be like
At monster madness doin' drive
by's on a fuckin' fixie bike
Fuck it moron, snortin' oxycontin, wearin'
cotton
Oxymoron like buff faggots playin' sissy dykes
This the shit
that get cripple bitches to hop
Dirty crack pipes with, bullshit to stop,
ho
Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open
Sly's little shop of horrors, now
showin'
I hate gays, gangbangers and fuckin' jerkers
Unless it's gay
gangbangers: that's fuckin' jerkers
Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, I'm not gay,
faggot
Odd Future Wolf Gang, Wu-Tang bangin' in your system
Probably
banging in your sister with my children swimmin' in her system
Let me say
this shit in slow-mo, homo
You don't fuckin' skate, take off that Box
Logo
"All That I Need"
[Chorus:]
You're
all that I need, I'll be there for you
If you keep it real with me, I'll keep
it real witchu
Loving your whole schemes, it be in there boo
On top of
that you got the good power-U
[Verse One:]
Check it
out
Shorty I'm there for you anytime you need me
For real girl, it's me in
your world, believe me
Nuttin make a man feel better than a woman
Queen
with a crown that be down for whatever
There are few things that's forever,
my lady
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nuttin
You made
a brother feel like he was something
That's why I'm with you to this day boo
no frontin
Even when the skies were gray
You would rub me on my back and
say "Baby it'll be okay"
Now that's real to a brother like me baby
Never
ever give my pussy away and keep it tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so
we can live
In a fat ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't
need a ring to be my wife
Just be there for me I'm a make sure we
Be livin
in the fucking lap of luxury
I'm realizing that cha didn't have to fuck with
me
But cha did now I'm going all out kid
And I got mad love to give, you
my nigga
[Chorus 2X]
[Verse Two:]
I got a
love jonz for your body and your skin tone
Five minutes alone I'm already on
the bone
Plus I love the fact you got a mind of your own
No need to shop
around you got the good shit at home
Even if I'm locked up North you in the
world
Rockin three-fourths of cloth never showin your stuff off, boo
It be
true me for you that's how it is
I can be your Noah you can be my Wiz
Then
I can be your Sun, you can be my Earth
Resurrect the God through
birth
Best believe
"Dreamer"
She
gotta condition of the heart a heart condition
So as a kid she had to adapt
to smarter livin'
Not much room to rebel because of health
No drugs no
booze just kiss and tell
Well known on the scene jailbait queen
Had the
first baby barely eighteen
Father of the child was after one thing
When
the daughter came the dad was unseen
It don't matter he ain't got a job
So
she had to go work
And leave the baby with her mom
Second shift 'til the
neck is stiff
But she worked it and built her own nest to live
Soon after
that baby's daddy
Lazy bum with no cash
He wanna come over and crash
He
wanna play his part
So she let him move into that garden level
apartment
She knew better she did it anyways
Explain better when you're
tryin' to see some better days
The sun's up catch those rays
Butterflies
now who's got chase?
But she still dreams after she woke tight hold on that
hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope
Two years
later two months pregnant
Same daddy same broke ass situation
This time
the doc said her heart might break
Praise god that the job got her health
benefits straight
She believes in the right to choice
But she loves baby
girl and she wants a boy
Makes more nowadays on the day shift
Balance that
with night classes
Take some time and space and make it all fit
The
apartment they now live in is overcrowded
Raised her voice and made her
point
Told that boy go get employed
He put on his best shirt
Said he
wasn't comin' back 'til he gets work
She knew what that part meant
So she
swept ever y piece out that apartment
Peace out keep out take the scenic
route
Rather only hafta feed three mouths
She adapts to everything
now
And nobody asks what she dreams about
But she still dreams after she
woke tight hold on that hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta
do to cope
Little girl was her first reason to breath
And her little man
was the first man she believed in
She gotta live right and do right by
self
She do for self she don't want your help
Afraid of being alone
But
fear ain't enough to knock her off of that stone
Gonna make that home a
home
With or without a man that she can call her own
Big boss at work is
anxious
Continues to hand her the wrong advances
She passes the test she
knew the answers
Quit the job to go take a chance with life
This is life
we all strain
While we pray for dollars and we work for change
It's all
the same we all struggle
Sometimes you gotta say fuck you
When you smile
and she doesn't return it
Give her room and don't disturb it
If it makes
it hurt less to curse and fight
Go ahead and hate the world girl you earned
the right now
But she still dreams after she woke tight hold on that
hope
Sometimes it can seem so cold do what you gotta do to cope
"Wonder Why They Call U"
[Chorus:
2Pac]
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
You wonda why they call U bitch
You wonda why they call U
bitch.
[Verse One: 2Pac]
Look here Miss Thang
hate to
salt your game
but yous a money hungry woman
and you need to
change.
In tha locker room
all the homies do is laugh.
High five's
cuz anotha nigga
played your ass.
It was said you were
sleeezy
even easy
sleepin around for what
you need
See it's
your thang
and you can shake it how you wanna.
Give it up free
or
make your money on the corner.
But don't be bad and play the game
get
mad and change.
Then you wonda why these muthafuckas
call you
names.
Still lookin' for a way out
and that's OK
I can see you
wanna stray
there's a way out.
Keep your mind on your money,
enroll
in school.
And as the years pass by
you can show them fools.
But
you ain't tryin' to hear me
cuz your stuck,
you're headin' for the
bathroom
'bout to get tossed up.
Still lookin' for a rich man
you
dug a ditch,
got your legs up
tryin' to get rich.
I love you like a
sista
but you need to switch
and that's why they called
U bitch, I
betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: 2Pac]
You leave
your kids with your mama
cuz your headin' for the club
in a skin tight
miniskirt
lookin' for some love.
Got them legs wide open
while
you're sittin' at the bar
Talkin' to some nigga
'bout his car.
I
guess he said he
had a Lexxxus, what's next?
You headin' to his car for some sex
I pass by
can't hold back tears inside
cuz, lord
knows
for years I tried.
And all the other people
on my block hate
your guts
Then you wonda why they stare
and call you slut.
It's like your mind don't understand
you don't have to kill your
dreams
ploten'
schemes on a man
Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes
open
either a nigga wear a rubber or he die smokin'
I'm hearin' rumors so
you need to switch
and niggas wouldn't call you bitch, I
betcha.
[Chorus]
[Verse Three: 2Pac]
I guess
times gettin' hard
even harder for you
cuz, hey now, got a baby
on the
way now
More money from the county
and thanks to the welfare
you're
about to
get your hair done.
Got a dinner date
can't be
late
trick or treat, sweet thang
got anotha trick to meet.
The way
he did it
it was smooth
plottin' while he gamin' you
So baby, peep tha
rules.
I shoulda seen it in the first case
the worst case
I shoulda
never called you back
in the first place.
I remember back in high
school
baby you was fast
straight sex
and barely move your
ass.
But now things change
cuz you don't look the same
let the
ghetto get the best of you
baby, that's a shame
Caught HIV and now you
'bout to be deceased
and finally be in peace.
So where your niggas at
now
cuz everybody left
they stepped
and left you on your
own
See I loved you like a sista
but you died to quick
And that's
why we called U bitch, I betcha.
[Chorus]
[Outro:
2Pac]
Dear Ms. Deloris Tucker
keep stressen me
fuckin' with a
muthafucken mind
I figured you wanted to know
you know
why we call them
hos bitches
and maybe this might help you understand
it ain't
personal
strictly business baby
strictly business
So If you wonder
why we call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
If you wonder why we
call U bitch
You wonder why we call U bitch
"Average Joe"
The
hardest thing for me to do
Is to get you, to know me, within sixteen
bars
That's the hardest thing
Who is K. Dot? A young nigga from
Compton
On the curb writing raps next to a gun shot
On the corners where
the gangsters and the killers dwell
The fraudulent tender scars that get
unveiled
Everyone I knew was either crip or piru
Cousins in elementary,
relatives in high school
With that being said, each one of their
rivals
Was aiming something at my head, I needed survival
Got jumped, got
jacked, shot at, shot back
And I don't even push a line, I'm just tryna push
these rhymes
In the midst of staying neutral and discrete
My momma said
you're judged by the company you keep
But what you can consider, that if it
goes down
They'll kill you if you kill me, it gets deep nigga
So if you
ask what I'm doing
I'm tryna duck the influence of my city that's blue-and,..
real talk, and
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (real
talk nigga, believe it)
This is why they fuck with me (do what I do,
y'know?)
I'm no gangster, no killer, I'm just your average Joe (know
that)
But one thing you should consider, I'm the realest you know
I
was walking from Centennial
When an unidentified vehicle rolled up, and I was
like hold up
Where you from? "How-bang"
Where you stay? "Westside", that's
a piru gang to be exact
Well aware they had blue across they hat
Dropped
backpack and ran inside of the cul-de-sac
Shots rang out, hoping to God I
wasn't wet
Crossed to cross Rosecrans and ran inside of the yet
Chirped
the homies on the hot ninety-five, they said they already knew
What happened,
and meet 'em outside the garage
Never seen that many guns in my life
I was
paranoid like a fiend in the night, but needed revenge
Grabbed the nine-ball,
opened up the door, then got in
Somebody said fall back, we gon' make these
niggas suffer
You my brother like a frat, and that's just to remind
you
Thought about that so long I had failed my finals, fuck,
but
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me (I told you
nigga)
This is why they fuck with me (you fake nigga)
I'm no gangster, no
killer, I'm just your average Joe (you fake)
But one thing you should
consider, I'm the realest you know
I don't do black music, I don't do
white music
I do everyday life music
Give 'em cuts like a nigga pierced a
knife through it
You say you through, but I've been through it, now that's
cold
And this is for my county building children
In Hub City on hubcaps,
no power-steering
I use perseverance in this mad city
Where the niggas
drink Remy and hold semis for cutthroats
Bernie Mac died, it's no
joke
Don't ask why if you don't know about these killers and thieves
Seven
grams of weed, you smoke that, but I'm high off life
I could fall out the sky
like twice
And land in the land of the AKs
And the minivans where the fan
never on
Cause it's hotter than a lunatic's underarms in a straitjacket
In
other words, we get it cracking, but I keep it cool,
y'know?
[Chorus:]
This is why they fuck with me
[laughs]
This is why they fuck with me (real talk)
I'm no gangster,
no killer, I'm just your average Joe (come on)
But one thing you should
consider, I'm the realest you know
So there you have it
But I'm a
leave you with this
An OG once told me
A real gangster is either dead or
in jail
Or behind the scenes getting real money
I'm gone
"Gold"
(feat. Method Man)
[Intro: Method Man]
Aiyyo shorty, yo that's my word
Oh, y'all smellin y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold
Yo anybody get caught playin
Over here, I'm returnin em that's my word that they be blasted
Anything from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine
Y'all need to step the fuck off
Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real
[Chorus: Genius]
Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
[Verse 1: Genius]
I'm deep down in the back streets - in the heart of medina
About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor
Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise
So I can blast a nigga and his boys - for what?
He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop
Like the crashin of dow jones stock
I had to connect to cross seals, to catch more mil's
Than ho-bitches got birth control pills
I'm in the park, settin up a deal over blunt fire
Bum niggaz sleepin on the bench, they had em wired
Peeped my convo, the address of my condo
And how I changed a nigga name to john doe
And while we set up camp, we got vamp
Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart
Snake got smoked on the set like brandon lee
Blown out the frame, like pan am flight 103
He got swung on, his lungs was torn, the
Kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn
A regular on the block, and played look-out
For playing predator with a glock, he should have took out
[Chorus:]
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clip that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you.. yo
Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's pure enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
[Verse 2: Genius]
It's mandatory that
I supply all my troops with mega firearms
Big apes, and spread em out like crops on a farm
To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene
Like the last episode on gates and other niggaz
Plant bombs til the smoke from the blast becomes thick
And flows through all they knew, he's gun sick
His glock clicks, like high-heeled shoes on parquay floors
Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars
Filthy foul, shoveling dirt, he's out to hurt
For instance, chop off hands, attack worth
His idols would lock down airports and extort
Some import, catchin ten percent of what the fiends snort
Up in the ski resorts, up in hills
They move keys and had skis making drops on snowmobiles
The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers
And live large and bigger than my nigga
Who promised his moms a mansion with mad rooms
She died, and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb
Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors
And still organized his crime and drug wars
[Chorus:]
Fiends ain't comin fast enough
There is no cut that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
No neighborhood is rough enough
There is no clips that's full enough
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold to you
The peers that come is tight enough
There is no niggaz that's fuckin up
I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload
Product must be sold, to you
"Ride On"
It's another lonely evenin'
In another lonely town
But I ain't too young to worry
And I ain't too old to cry
When a woman gets me down
Got another empty bottle
And another empty bed
Ain't too young to admit it
And I'm not too old to lie
I'm just another empty head
That's why I'm lonely
I'm so lonely
But I know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on
Ride on, standing on the edge of the road
Ride on, thumb in the air
Ride on, one of these days I'm gonna
Ride on, change my evil ways
Till then I'll just keep ridin' on
Broke another promise
And I broke another heart
But I ain't too young to realize
That I ain't too old to try
Try to get back to the start
And it's another redlight nightmare
Another redlight street
And I ain't too old to hurry
Cause I ain't too old to die
But I sure am hard to beat
But I'm lonely
Lord I'm lonely
What am I gonna do
Ride on
Ride on, got myself a one-way ticket
Ride on
Ride on, going the wrong way
Ride on, gonna change my evil ways
Ride on, one of these days
One of these days
Ride on
Ride on
I'm gonna ride on
Ride on, looking for a truck
Ride on, hmmmm
Ride on, keep on riding
Riding on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on
Ride on, gonna have myself a good time
Ride on, ohh yeah
Ride on, yeah yeah
Ride on, one of these days
Ride on, one of these days
"It Was A Good Day"
[Ice Cube]
Break 'em off somethin
[inhales] Shit..
[exhales] Yo..
Yo.. uhh..
[Verse One]
Just wakin up in the mornin gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog (damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?) Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin will I live, another twenty-fo'
I gotta go cause I got me a drop top
And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin in my mirror and not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim, and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin y'all
Which park, are y'all playin basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin niggaz everyway like M.J.
I can't believe, today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Two]
Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin, didn't even look in a nigga's direction
as I ran the intersection
Went to $hort Dog's house, they was watchin Yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?
Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
with the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A.
Today was a good day (shit!)
[Verse Three]
Left my nigga's house paid (what)
Picked up a girl been tryin to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew she had the chronic
The Lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy, and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate, to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion
I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp" (yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin up
Half way home and my pager still blowin up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K.
I got to say it was a good day (shit!)
[Ice Cube]
Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck I'm thinkin about?
"Yonkers"
[Verse 1]
I'm a fuckin' walkin' paradox, no I'm not
Threesomes with a fuckin' triceratops, Reptar
Rappin' as I'm mockin' deaf rock stars
Wearin' synthetic wigs made of Anwar's dreadlocks
Bedrock, harder than a muthafuckin' Flintstone
Makin' crack rocks outta pissy nigga fishbones
This nigga Jasper tryna get grown
About 5'7" of his bitches in my bedroom
Swallow the cinnamon, I'mma scribble this sinnin' shit
While Syd is tellin' me that she's been gettin' intimate with men
(Syd, shut the fuck up) Here's the number to my therapist
(Shit) Tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awesome with listenin'
[Verse 2]
Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses
I told him to quit bitchin' and this isn't a fuckin' hotline
For a fuckin' shrink, sheesh I already got mine
And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time
I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
This ain't no V Tech shit or Columbine
But after bowlin', I went home to some damn Adventure Time
(What'd you do?) I slipped myself some pink Zannies
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
My mom's gone, that fuckin' broad will never understand me
I'm not gay, I just wanna boogie to some Marvin
(What you think of Hayley Williams?) Fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em
I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that faggot nigga B.o.B is in
And stab Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus
And won't stop until the cops come in
I'm an over acheiver, so how 'bout I start a team of leaders
And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver
Green paper, gold teeth and pregnant gold retrievers
All I want, fuck money, diamonds and bitches, don't need 'em
But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em
In some cookin' books, the black kids never wanted to read 'em
Snap back, green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves
It's been a couple months, and Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave, damn
[Verse 3]
They say success is the best revenge
So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in
Oh, not again, another critic writin' report
I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a Pitchfork
Still suicidal? I am
I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in my hand
I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in my head
And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch
(What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G
I just wanna know if my father would ever like me
But I don't give a fuck so he's probably just like me
A muthafuckin' Goblin
(Fuck everythin', man) That's what my conscience said
Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead
Now the only guidance that I had is splattered on cement
Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead