Tell me what am I doing? Yeah, real music Yo, ya just get in that, you get in that head space, ya know Somebody get the body bags, working with beats and Put the MC’s in 'em, season 'em, put 'em on a beat with me, then I’m eating 'em Get away from the

And I know I'm gonna steal her eye My sun-eyed girl She doesn't even know what's wrong And I know I'm gonna make her die Take her where her soul belongs I saw her, yeah I saw her with her black tongue tied Round the roses Fist pounding on a vending

Let the top down for some ventilation (yeah) Touchscreen navigation, get me to my destination If you can't get over me, it's because the good vibrations 50 large in my pants like, what? (Hey) Like what's the occasion? 50 large in my pants like what?

If you hadn't been a friend of mine I ain't misbehaving, I'm just telling you the truth Take my love for granted Yeah, I'd give it all to you Make me count for something Yeah, I feel it in my heart God only knows what I'd have been Guess you're still a

Put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down Said put 'em on up, and turn them thangs upside down (What?) Upside down (what?) Upside down Fuck it up! And turn them thangs upside down Yeah! Aight Bigg Dogg It's 'bout that time You got a cup or bottle

I can't even keep 'em all straight Do we mean what we say We got lines crossed all over the place, yeah I can't tell if I'm winning or losing Somebody tell me what are we doing Nobody ever comes out on top Tell me are we ever gonna stop Playing these

Standing with an army I'm standing with an army When I'm with you When I'm with you (when I'm with you) Yet you understand Yeah like no one can We both know what they say about us But they don't stand a chance because I know that I've been messed up

She kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo Yeah, girl, you knock me out See what you do Perfect hit to the dome, dammit babe I’m out for the count You knock me right out Kill me with the coo-coochie-coochie-coo It cuts right on my eye, yeah it hurt,

You should be alone Yeah, you should be alone You should be alone with me We could be alone Yeah, we could be alone But never get too low on me Oh oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh oh oh So what if I don't have a lot to talk about?

What, yeah, yeah Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof With my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden State Warriors.. Eatin every rapper on the plate Huh, feel me I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh