Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am RuthlessĮvery day it's a new rapper claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta (Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day)īut on his old album cover he was a she-thangĭon't step to these muthaphuckkin' real G's You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot You're like a kid, you found a pup, and now you're dapperīut tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper? 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season Motherfuck Dre! Motherfuck Snoop! Motherfuck Death Row! The same records that you makin' is payin' me That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me See, you's a wannabe 'loc, and you'll get smoked, and I hope
Hey yo, Doctor, here's another proper trackĪnd it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper Police shot the girl, but didn't hurt her On a six-year sentence, my man didn't budge My niggas caused a riot in the county jail I went to get them out, but there was no bail He socked the pig in the head for rippin' his Guessįourth offense on the boy, he'll do some time Throw it in the gutter and go buy another"
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh, brother Then wrapped the '64 'round a telephone pole So I bombed on pops, knocked his ol' ass out Her father jumped up and he started to shout She started talking shit, wouldn't you know? So I grabbed the stupid bitch by her nappy ass weave She said something that I couldn't believe Went to her house to get her out of the pad They greet me with a 40 and I start drinkingĪnd from the 8-ball my breath start stinking So I went to a place where my homeboys chill You come talking that trash we'll pull your card Little did he know, I had a loaded 12 gauge The silly cluck-head pulls out a deuce-deuce 'Til I caught him in my car trying to steal a Alpine You come talking that trash, we'll pull your cardĭon't quote me, boy, cause I ain't said shitĭonald B's in the place to give me the pace He rolls down his window and he started to sayĬause the boys in the hood are always hard Knuckleheads out there cold shooting some hoops That got all of y'all on his dick in the first place, yeah. And I can't forget the baby gangstas, what's up, niggas? My nigga they came back with some of that old school original west coast shit, nigga. And this one goes out to all the O.G.'s out there. "Yeah, Gangsta Dresta done stepped in this, motherfucker.
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