matter what y'all jiggas sizzay You can live it up but you still gonna pizzay Where you gonna run on Judgment dizay [Chorus] Hell yeah You can go to Hell yeah
here, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home of the G's Land of the nymphos and murderers Still G
what he's called The L L C O O L J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in the
that's all I ever be Y'all remember me from the what Reveille Ex girl Beverly, A-B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end,
yall, fuck wit us But you can run up on the G but that's not thinkin' wisely These pullas are contagious, just like Ron Isley (What the hell is goin
get sniffed out Like I stole somethin' when I'm bustin' I'm Don of mic with this shit I rock on, to the breaker one-nine ya dig, yeah Erick Sermon got
Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra) Wu-Tang (herbs three times great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times ill
worthy of grenades and RPG's Slit throat, hope you float with sardines and seaweed Cause this is C-E-L-P-H demonic symphony Listen to the hell we make
., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ... So I ask you: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.
know what he's called The L L C O O L J, spell that shit Frankly black, I'm on you niggas minds like Yankee hats Paparazzi flash, that nigga L up in
, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the killing fields Nigga, the home of the G's Land of the nymphos and murderers Still G
Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.! ... So I ask you: What the hell am I doing drinking in L.A. at 26? Hell-A-L.A., Hell hell-A-L.A.
Big L, Bob Marley, Huey P. Newton, Mike P Tupac Shakur, Biggie Smalls, Clarence 13X Emmitt Till, Big Trill, Nat Turner, Freaky Tah Wise from L.G., Malcolm
[Intro: Ras Kass (Scaramanga Allah)] Yeah (yeah) yeah (Sham's nine times ultra) Wu-Tang (herbs two times great, you heard of me) Nigga, L.A.D. (six times
] And we 'bout tired of y'all, all y'all! [Verse Three: L.G. Wise] Judah, can I get it crunk? Future, can I get it crunk? Wise gonna get it crunk, 'cause
slow motion And I be cookin you suckers like tan lotion The K-double-O-L, G-R-A-P, and P-O-L-O would like to say hello to you mellow fellow What are