Laissez nous faire et laissez nous dire Ce que l'on a sur le coeur Laissez nous le faire en douceur Le dire avec des fleurs C'est un bouquet de
blown up L.A. is a great place Fly girls, dope cars, life at a fast pace But gangbanging was killin' it quick Another child got hit, bullshit Pop-pop-pop
of funk From a different solar system Many, many galaxies away We are the force of another creation A new musical revelation And we're on this musical mission To help the others
Muhammad, roll-on like Secret Me rip, the crowd in half on the sneak tip 'Til they crumble, too humble for you to stumble I sting like a bu-bee while the others
wife like Halle Berry Yeah I ain't tryna be locked up under consolitary Like it don't stop Nigga I stop for food How you gonna pop a nigga that pop for
'd better pop back or your ass getting dropped, black 'Cause niggas lay you on your back fast So you'd better grab a gat and pop a cap in they black ass
[Bun B] I'm sittin in my spaceship 2009 lexus I'm dippin through this gooniverse AKA that Texas I pop open my cargo hatch And let'em see the payload Me
Welcome to the voice response registration system of True School University representing universally you have added hip hop ethics one two zero for those
in the breast She cryin', head shots put her to rest Pop open the briefcases, nothin but Franklin faces The spot's hot, sprinklers, alarm systems That's when other
That high point'll trash you, you better get you another gun Fresh out the box with it Pop fly ya ass'll get mopped with it I pop outta something that
for you This connect that I tied the other day was for you Yellow tapes, yellow bottles and yellow rocks It's the number one gunner pop-pa-pop-pop Hard
the best, puttin' all violence to rest Between Latin Kings, the blood los sangres, blood in Spanish So many thugs vanish, unite the system To fight with
a swang or either other thang Try to be tougher and bang and scuff and hang Suffer pain left deranged then youse a bogus m'uhfucker, mayn System be struck
back With they straps and they magazines And a baby show me how you do that roll Make it jump and jiggle 'cause yo' booty swoll Come over here show me how you pop
You 'bout to witness somethin' like no other The sky gon' get dark, street's gon' clutter Weak-ass niggaz out there gon' suffer Vets gon' quit, it's gettin
do You know I move like an ounce, bottled up like crack That's how I make you bounce like that Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that That's why no other
True lies, vibes die when bums infest the game Bogus shit shots, you woke but let your man get locked I love this hip-hop, stock the bank let the Crist pop
the yard Or tryin' get that dollar on some shitty ass job Imagine Biggie with his son Imagine Pac gettin' call pop 'bout one Imagine a mother struglin', dealin' with a system
