MountainDew
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- 4. Januar 2004
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when i eventuate, sucking is ya battle cry
what's a p.i.m.p., ****in wit a apple pie?
i have nitemares bitch, without the gat under my pillow
enventuate, you get felled like a willow
my flows like a billow buster, washing u away wit
ya cluster, buster, this is no gay shit
you know i'm comin' streiht, yo imma gangster like hoover
organizing street gang shit, from the woofer
you can listen to the bass, but heed, protect
there's the beat and there's the mac, u can bleed to death
4 sure they'e scared to death, i'm the old grim reaper
no rolin cheaper, i'm the gold rim keeper
i served silver bulletz to the toughest gang members
i slept wit the mothers of the ruffest gang bangers
so smoke anotha joint, from the westside thugsta
i'm burning like stoves, cleaning u with a duster
still ghetto, u ain't back bitch
top ten tracker but nuthin than a crack bitch
track snitchin' phonie asses driven by my baseball bat
gettin' hit to death wit punshes on their baseball hat
the only thing my father taught me, how 2 use a gun
a way out of problems, and the only one
bloody blood thug bugs wanne shag with my wife
an all those bastards get stabbed by my knife
kidney cutter, mutha****er, down 2 venice beach, see
i'm grown 187 district so don't say life is easy
niggaz teach me how to kill, teach me how to driveby
when the sun sets, spliff, south l.a. highlife
i'm the heart of the hood, i'm the street's speech, phonie
i'm the stranger in the night, foo i'm each homie
mutha****in' 8-baller, loced out gangster toller Typ
effacing every bitchslut that's against my niggaz
what's a p.i.m.p., ****in wit a apple pie?
i have nitemares bitch, without the gat under my pillow
enventuate, you get felled like a willow
my flows like a billow buster, washing u away wit
ya cluster, buster, this is no gay shit
you know i'm comin' streiht, yo imma gangster like hoover
organizing street gang shit, from the woofer
you can listen to the bass, but heed, protect
there's the beat and there's the mac, u can bleed to death
4 sure they'e scared to death, i'm the old grim reaper
no rolin cheaper, i'm the gold rim keeper
i served silver bulletz to the toughest gang members
i slept wit the mothers of the ruffest gang bangers
so smoke anotha joint, from the westside thugsta
i'm burning like stoves, cleaning u with a duster
still ghetto, u ain't back bitch
top ten tracker but nuthin than a crack bitch
track snitchin' phonie asses driven by my baseball bat
gettin' hit to death wit punshes on their baseball hat
the only thing my father taught me, how 2 use a gun
a way out of problems, and the only one
bloody blood thug bugs wanne shag with my wife
an all those bastards get stabbed by my knife
kidney cutter, mutha****er, down 2 venice beach, see
i'm grown 187 district so don't say life is easy
niggaz teach me how to kill, teach me how to driveby
when the sun sets, spliff, south l.a. highlife
i'm the heart of the hood, i'm the street's speech, phonie
i'm the stranger in the night, foo i'm each homie
mutha****in' 8-baller, loced out gangster toller Typ
effacing every bitchslut that's against my niggaz
