B- boys makin' with the freak freak Putting song together ain't no puzzle like yahtzee Sending this out to k-rob and rahmalzee Let me introduce myself on this cut I'm Adrock, I'm lit like a motherfuck Well, I'm brewing up rhymes like I was using a still

Pay attention to the cracked streets And the broken homes Some call it slums Some call it nice I want to take you through A wasteland I like to call my home Welcome to paradise Dear mother It makes me wonder why I'm still here

Get some chicken wings, after that hit the strip club See my hoes, TWERK! See bad girls be at the strip club Good girls, they be in CHURCH! Always wonder why my grandmother Try to get me to go to CHURCH! Please Lord forgive me, I'm bout to take niggas to

God bless the dead God bless the dead (that's right) (that's right) Rest in peace to my motherfucker Biggy Smallz That's right bwoy It's goin on, right here God bless the dead, and buried nigga Don't worry if you see God first Tell him shit got worse, I

And I could die now, rebirth Motherf***er Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, Motherf***er Motherf***er, I'm gone (I'm gone) I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You

I love chrome and paint, lookin' for some motherfuckin' corners to bank West coast what the fuck you thank? Everybody here off weed and drank (everybody) Before you check my rims When you leave the parking lot, check ya limbs You better check ya friends

There will be an answer, let it be. Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be, Mother Mary comes to me When I find myself in times of trouble And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me Whisper

Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone Long were the nights when my days once revolved around you Counting my footsteps, Praying the floor won't fall through, again My mother accused me of losing

Motherfucker, I'm gone Motherfucker you ain't my accountant You don't know what I'm doing Focusing on what I'm giving back Man, make better music Fuck preaching on top of the mountain, people can see through it Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't

Walking down the street, in my All Stars In my, khaki suit, doin what I do Walking down the street, smoking, chronic In my black locs, lookin, at you Guess who's back on the West coast tracks It's the motherfucking messiah of gangsta rap Still dip in the