I think my shit kickin’ in
[?] The ETA of the month (hahahaha)
On life, nigga, on life
Alright, c’mon, let’s get serious
Yeah, been around, versatile, South of France, Rosecrans
Pin ‘em up, knock ‘em down, baby I don’t hold hands (woah)
Big booty little dog joggin’ by Kenneth Hahn
Tryna get a fitness on, bitch is stoppin’ the car
Uh, I been around, marathon, Compton to Avalon
Me and Anderson, this is like Royal Tenenbaums
No one goes to cinemas, so we on demand
They want a hologram it’s TikTok and dances
Big shot, been the bomb, make me reminisce upon
I remember me and Dogg, Swap meet, Dickies on
Whеn was that? In ’93?
You probably wasn’t even born
Dre, I think you need to thе trade Range for the 6-4
Shit, I’ve been going back and forth
Chevy or a Aventador, took a walk in the park
Nigga that’s your backyard
Say, Dre, where you get them shrooms with chocolate?
The same place that I saw them Gods out in Panama
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ‘em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, niggas won’t leave till they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion the flow, always second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
Nigga where was you in the ’80s?
Reaganomics we sold crack to mothers and their babies
Fiends was running round with stolen shit to sell me crazy
But I took some shrooms and a couple nicks of crack maybe
Gave this bitch a sample, that’s my test tube baby
To the fiends we back in town, ice cream pastries
Five star general bitch, I’m out ranking ‘em
Fiends gave me so much bread I had to start thanking ‘em
Side hustlers stole some of my dope, I started spanking ‘em
Talked the coke and asked the Jamaican accent Shabba Rankin ‘em
If you stole my shit with a nigga that helped you, walk the plank with ‘em
Hmm, broke him though, like a bombaclat acronym
Shh, look, don’t tell your peeps, but, all of my niggas are after him
Hmm, you’re just a bitch, tell me, why you’re actin’ so masculine
Hmm, who the fuck is he? Tell me, why are the fuck is you asking him (why?)
And as I’m smoking the branch, watch me past the limb
I’m only here to collect my blessings, where the pastor been?
Weave through the weeds, smoke trees where my seeds grow
Let ‘em try to press, get shot like a free throw
Uh, niggas won’t leave till they get their fucking teeth broke
I just want peace, they don’t want me to be peaceful
You know I’m a king look at how my Cuban link glow
Gold medallion the flow, always second to the Nile
Girls gone wild, like them broads up in college
Looking at my child do the same thing that I did
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