programmed for freak mode Black holes of lost souls let the story be told Rock a B-boys stance, 'cause it's time to explode I'm a bad ass B-boy two triple
shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now, let the Chevrolet slide as I dip a nigga trip to the South side, yeah Right back up in you it's the D R E
sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I want to go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home? I feel so broken up,
for the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's
the homies from the south This is what it's all about It's the city of the beach where the gangsters bang Sam wake that ass up, get fresh, let's do some
that means he got the blow And it's time to turn the blow in to more dough Sell him high bomb low let 'em fly let 'em go Birdies of the snow straight
let's go! I ain't ever seen a booty so fat, so fat. Till she bent that thing over like that, like that. There's somethin hanging out the back of your
, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide as I dip a nigga trip to the south side yeah Right back up in you it's the D-R-E Witta
... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall
ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not to
out like a line up [Juelz Santana] Mic check, one two, one two, check I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two Let's go, you're eyein us in
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch So what you boys gon' do to me, I'm born street Your life's sweet, MTV's Laguna Beach Mama told me not
This is the last trip This is the last trip. CXT KRS-One Boogie down, Crazy Town. CHORUS: I?m a bad ass B-Boy Two triple O. A space age hip-hop Superhero
up to the function Doja go me feelin' good Tellin' my boys that it's jumpin' Hop out the ride And let them clouds bellow out When that liquor's in my
trip Desert Eagle in the club, better, nigga flip [Duke] From the south to west, I stay in a vest Fully loaded, Smif N Wess to protect my nest Let you trip
Yayo) [Freestyle over Tha Alkoholiks & Ol' Dirty Bastard's: "Hip-Hop Drunkies"] [Intro: Lloyd Bank$ (Tony Yayo) {Cutmaster C}] Let's go nigga! (that's
it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice Nothing here's real, and everyone's alike Cause everyone
sets Call for the Captain ashore Let me go home, let me go home I want to go home, let me go home Why don't you let me go home? I feel so broken up, I