might explode I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the hate still burns I still love you so I hate myself the love is fading but the HATE STILL BURNS
always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was like 90 degrees, I was catching a sun burn tryna walk under the trees
[x4] [Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa see on the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack still
the little boy is still in me We discuss monogamy, polygamy, the I's the probability Your momma ain't feeling me, it stung like a killer bee How far from the tree
say this so well You can whistle my melody or noel You're still gonna get the Speak n Spell I get my ink from inkwell, my paper from the trees I swell
Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're all bark and no bite, like a tree trunk We slash and burn em, Indelibles, The Fire In Which
ten different ways, start at your armpiece Then we continue Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased Aiyyo man all your firestations cause these rappers burn
please take care to fasten your seatbelt Enjoy your stay, welcome to L.A. Welcome to L.A. Where you can see the whole city burning 'Cause the cops got
roof tryna blast at you See me in the six coupe, twins engine Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden New guns, old guns, need to test those I burn, baby, burn
a talking at me So I cut out his tongue, hung from a tree Now the southern law wants to put me in jail But I'll still be killing when I?m burning in
city burning the cops got uzis & the dealers keep serving & your kids ain't learning shit, except this Sex power & wealth, fuck everything else You can see the whole city burning
the streets I see the same killas, hustlas, and freaks I remember you selling white on da cut Now you most hated on the mic hollering what Chopping up the scene While we puffing trees
. The lizard is on the ceiling above me. The shallow water pots deny the ants routes to food. There is no silence ever. The cicadas are omnipotent sound. The kampong is dark and still
a dream and you were tied to a tree the whole time watching friends drag by 'cause they can't look at the scars under your eyes Burned to hell covered
cherry trees blossom? You are destroying and corrupting. In condemning them to the nuclear nightmare Are you willing to accept the burning of tomorrow
close while niggas run it down Games not to be played, '99 straight chips, hot chicks We got no time for these dicks (Push the hot whips) Burn trees,
With the feds you do eighty five percent of your time Duke you get ten you'll damn near do nine Hate a liar more than I hate thief A thief is only after
go. All by my lonely. Screamin now fuck that chump. So go ahead and talk junk. I love the smell. Player hate me cause I smoke burn in hell. This shit
