7 signs of a rap cat, cat, drop it on a dime, and fine (Quipto) She's a Skeeze a tale from the striptease Trick for Miles away they even split G's
being in motion again, It's the most extraordinary thing in the world. I have two big hands And a heart pumping blood And a 1967 Colt .45 With a busted
bitches phone numbers on the same napkin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction You see it, these niggas living off the pad Ya, I ran 100 miles
called me up. When she run in her fifteen mile curve She throw'd on the airbrake for la't ten mile. (guitar - airbraking) So, Aunt E. stops me. She
t come out at all! [verse two - canibus] Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or i'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you
t come out at all! [Verse Two - Canibus] Yo, you better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you
t come out at all Yo You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a 45 colt, make you summersault Shock you
go? Where does he go from here? She goes to shool She stays at home Wherever she goes, she feels so alone Where does she go? Where does she go from here? They're 34, they're 45
I hang with the man, you gave me the game And plus some fame, and now y'all scream my name Call me a jogger, 'cuz you got me sweatin' your style I ran a couple of miles
a Sun Juan summer back in 18-an'-80-an'-1 She was a beautiful daughter of the D & RG and she weighed about a thousand ton Well it's a 45 mile thru the
, rappin' bullsh Connection A, click, what? My dick, chick, I smack a fish if you thinks My connection ain't thick Dick headed like a punk whip I travel miles
to knock off my crack then I pull off a heist Put it together, double it twice this shit is my life Catch me wit a .45, hot pair of Nikes And three
Bottle of wine and an old 45 Rifle in the corner that her grandfather left her when he died Said no surprise, I've had to use it quite a few times So
baby My bottle was brass monkey I developed a brain tumor,now I consume a half ounce of Rose I sniff bullets with my snub nose I grew up on the east side, 7 mile
i wuz slangin' rocks way before all them rappers. On The coner sellin dimes, FUCK the ryhmes young nigga came up through them hard times. I'ma' seven mile
bust a sam goody Verse two: tash Bitches on my woody 'cause I likes to get the loosest I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses A colt .45
son, till I raise my white tee and they seen this gun, yeah the second coming of a nigga with a attitude out of compton, a 100 miles miles and running