wanna know, sing to me your song of goodbye. laugh at me 'cause youre a silly girl. ill hold you when you come running back. then ill know its just another day
up with that girl That's been, two-wayin' you all week Her baby, Daddy's out of town so, you can fuck around It's okay to check in that Motel 6, $59.95
a '6-trey drinkin' on E&J Everything will C okay As I turn this bottle for my niggaz the old way South Central L.A. where every day The LAPD ghetto
in the back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my nigga Jonathan, I got about 6 or 7 pounds from
nigga fuck around wit da wrong shit ya'll get mo' murdered all day, all day. We done paved da way and l'm on da run l'ma call my boys and bring all da
'mma get there Pick my layout, bunch of boxers, alot of shit here The nigga Ty sell me some Dot's , make sure my kicks there Just another day in the gutter
prayers go out to the families." "Westside Radio, Julio G. A sad day today for the West coast; we lost an icon y'all. Eric 'Eazy-E' Wright, passed away today at 6
to 5-6 best beleive We calling up some biancas on the humbug To come down around the town everybody else is Skateland bound 5-6-1-6 Highland feeling
the passenger side of your hoe Tryin ta come up on another g The broad all up under me tryin ta smother me Lookin love-ly while I roll another bead
my shine I'm on my way, any day Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think? Nigga you ain't Had me laughin' all the way to the bank L O L,
up at the Ramada Table full of powder, AC broke 'Bout to take another shower on my twenty-fifth hour Spike Lee's everywhere, game on the flight You might see me anywhere, day
Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a
I grow another foot and I lose a bunch of weight Every time I login Online, I?m out in Hollywood I?m 6 foot 5 and I look damn good Even on a slow day
place But i got the number one record out check it out I got my drink n my 2 step it's on now November 6 is the day that its goin on (Chorus) (
real talk, shank lullabies Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay hella high Curl on the dumbbell L We can't even S P E L L MTV or TRL Supreme novelists
the 6 fo' round a telephone pole I looked at ma' car and I said "oh brother" I'll throw it in the gutter and go buy another walkin' home and I seen the
have to be twins Cackle and grin when rappers begin to babble and spit away Y'all should pick a day, the it-day, the off-the-ick day [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE
fucking hoe My home girl a hoe Shit nigga, I got my own shit And I'm tryin to get up on your mind nigga but shit. . . (Kurupt) Just another day sunny C-A-L