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Haha... (golden child) Yeah, ahh, ahh, yeah, is you wit me? Whattup? Y'all done forgot about lil' ole me? Y'all don't love me no mo'? It's all good... all my real rowdy niggaz all my real niggaz ride witcha boy one time Ahh... [Verse 1] Lyrically, I smoke whoever it may concern Even wearing a 21 milligram patch of Niccoderm Been broke before; ain't nuttin new But ain't nuttin never knew me not to say 'fuck you' So had my nuts not grew - I'd still hang in the streets with lil' niggaz who still bang just to eat Bang with the heat - the waterproof spit blazes to give y'all niggaz the business like the yellow pages Enter the dark ages, enter and spark stage For whatever wages, until I'm famous for resurrecting our cave language And for saying, "Same shit, different toilet..." The game ain't about who talented It's about who soundscannin now them same clowns maddened (peep game) Go figure, lyricist of the year is a white boy And the greatest golfer; a confused nigga Songtexte [Chorus x2] And that's gangsta, without bangin a set Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet See it's just some things they should never forget Ain't no motherfuckin west without a R-ah-A-S [Verse 2] I was taught to rhyme undeniably, and force niggaz to think So if you need to dance so fuckin much then buy Nsync Startin a movement to move men Motivational millimeter mouth or repeated and need a monster Me; I be the agua - waterproof got a lotta truth Spit-slaughter a lotta groups Ridin without a crew, nod off without a loop Blackout like a ligular, just a nigga that clown With a suicidal groupie in a jacuzzi pullin my shorts down Givin me underwater head 'til I nut and she drowns Now how the fuck we sound? (man rap is outta control) (I gotta smoke something) yo homie bust me down Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back Nuts hang like I had an elastic sack Spastic blaps of our kind of plastic claps Wanna know the reason why white people seem to laugh at blacks? Cuz brothers in South Africa slaving to death in diamond mines Meanwhile, we spendin every penny to overshine Tell the next nigga he lesser Cuz he can't afford to buy ice from his oppressor So now he pullin out nines, tryin to homicide me for mine Meanwhile, George W. Bush got a war on crime Introduction to the Matrix -- I say the shit you know is true but wanna ignore, metamorph metaphors [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] I pop my collar, pop pistols, and pop ecstasy Boricuas call me Poppi when they pop they pussy Used to pop-lock and lock and watch Pop locks and burglarize spots Pop wheelies on the red and chrome Huffy Graduated to Suzukis - hot soda pop or pop bottles at Sky Sushi Now ask me what's poppin; most likely ya collar bone Ever had that feelin where ya by yourself and your not alone With Big Brother, and Big Brother see you I'm hard-headed, my dick look like R2-D2 Like Mini-Me too - speed through in the V-1-2 C-Arson style, know how we do All money is legal, dead pres and green eagles You funny style like Bernie Mac, rappin like Beanie Sigel Golden Child of the west, don't know how to act though Kicked off the Up In Smoke tour for scrappin with Death Row [Chorus x1] [2nd Chorus x1] And that's gangsta, without bangin a set Big nuts on deck ain't even hangin 'em yet See it's just some things they should never forget [Kurupt] "Ain't no west with Kurupt with a R-ah-A-S" Don't forget, yeah big ass posted "Ras Kass" ... [Kurup] "west coast" Aus Songtexte Mania