Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce, deuce poppin' like? Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care ****** for 3 weeks sprung It's the game, the mutha******a calls my name Product made of yola 'cuz the rules don't change The prettiest thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer 'cuz I'm such a good liar Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a ****** under pressure and greedy Microphone cops steady ******' off my dealings Even when I'm workin', mutha******as think I'm chillin' Recruitin' like the army or even the marines Some get rejected like black, jelly beans I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' ******* from a sac Mutha******a, where you at? I got ******* raps Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback But didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs No love and ******* raps Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable Tiga's start to jack when the **** ain't available Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt I'm tryin', to give your fine ass the raw and uncut I got no time to be a crybaby fool Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools Fresh out say ****** 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps Smokin' ******* in a rental with the gangsta tracks Straight chewy, and a ****** got a gang of pride Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to ****** them freaks from my high school days B. Adams, do you still love me? 'Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free **** back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, ******* I'm outta control Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's number 1 client Two piece pings n rice allspice N an RX-7 cuttin' through'a da night I represent the look like the great Sam Cook Put a star by every freak in my true black book Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan You dealin' with a microphone bear Tear, pear, glare, where? Stare, check it, I don't care I just can't quit, *******t, the rap game fanatic Tryna stay calm with a mad ******* habit Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees I think like a blind thief with the vision of G's Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T Ya lookin' at a ****** who wish he was drug free But ****** that's a dream in another life So, until then my last word is re-light
Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce, deuce poppin' like? Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care ****** for 3 weeks sprung It's the game, the mutha******a calls my name Product made of yola 'cuz the rules don't change The prettiest thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer 'cuz I'm such a good liar Kill dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a ****** under pressure and greedy Microphone cops steady ******' off my dealings Even when I'm workin', mutha******as think I'm chillin' Recruitin' like the army or even the marines Some get rejected like black, jelly beans I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' ******* from a sac Mutha******a, where you at? I got ******* raps Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback But didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs No love and ******* raps Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable Tiga's start to jack when the **** ain't available Baby you talk too much, pass the blunt I'm tryin', to give your fine ass the raw and uncut I got no time to be a crybaby fool Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools Fresh out say ****** 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps Smokin' ******* in a rental with the gangsta tracks Straight chewy, and a ****** got a gang of pride Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to ****** them freaks from my high school days B. Adams, do you still love me? 'Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free **** back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, ******* I'm outta control Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's number 1 client Two piece pings n rice allspice N an RX-7 cuttin' through'a da night I represent the look like the great Sam Cook Put a star by every freak in my true black book Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan You dealin' with a microphone bear Tear, pear, glare, where? Stare, check it, I don't care I just can't quit, *******t, the rap game fanatic Tryna stay calm with a mad ******* habit Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees I think like a blind thief with the vision of G's Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T Ya lookin' at a ****** who wish he was drug free But ****** that's a dream in another life So, until then my last word is re-light
