[Cube] Uhh uhh Come on... Got to get the scrilla got to get the scrilla got to get the cash hey come on got to get it (huh huh) [repeat 3X] [WC] Ridahs
*helicopter flies overhead* [cop] One of twenty, I'm behind the vehicle And there goes the suspect, he saw us now *police siren* *chopper still flying
This one here's for The Creator 'Trying to get over...' like Curtis Mayfield said I was a problem child, running wild in the night Livin on a not-so-safe
Say nigga.. Bring me the big lighter, nigga What's takin you so long, nigga, to flick me? Smoke somethin, bi... (Why you trippin?) Old ratchet-mouth,
*car speeds off* Verse One: WC *police sirens throughout song* Last man standin', I'm shot But I can't fear bleedin' My nigga's face down, stretched out
WESSIIIR FOR LIIIRR NIIRR! What you bitch ass niggas didn't think I was comin' back. I told y'all niggas, I told all you niggas. You niggas couldn't fade
Bang that shit No nice, I'm not nice I'm not nice But Fantasia without no makeup on On the mike, I'm an ugly gare site Noid, I got these niggaz all
* car pulls up * Hey fellas Any of you guys seen Willie Calloway? Wille who, man? What you talkin bout? Calloway, Willie Calloway What this fool talkin
[WC] You niggaz can't fade this nutty-ass cutthroat Maad Circle villain Leanin, scheamin in the Gremlin Sippin on Mak Duk, on my way to Compton to pick
[WC] Nineteen-ninety-eight, damn I can't believe it Whoever thought, throughout the drama, we'd live to see it So many of us done lost lives to the streets
Bellin strolling with a limp sagging hard Mainly done by L.A. street niggas Bellin is not just a casual stroll But a way of life, a movement First you
[Chorus] Slow motion for me, Slow motion for me, Move it(Three-wheeling) I like it like that, she working that back I don't know how to act(2x) Me and
(*spanish*) Let's take a trip.. [WC] Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted Straight homicider when I'm sick with it I tank, feels the pain, pistols
I got put on the set, smokin Jimmy Jacks in a shack with my nigga Coolio, got me to' the fuck back High as a UFO, standin in my drawers in the hall, talkin
[W.C.] Down on my motherfuckin luck Hangin at the park, shootin dice, and I just got.. bucked And now I'm mad cause I'm broke as hell Cause a nigga's
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
Sing it For the niggaz with the bumps Bump, c'mon, ba-bump Comin through the alley with a trunk full of funk Nigga who is you? Who me? Oh, I be that
[Intro] Yea . . Turn the music up a little bit . . . [*Nate Dogg in background] Dah-dah-daaah Uh, yea Lah-dah-daaah A little bit louder . . right there