a mama who, who, Hates her baby father so, so She dont have a problem with, with, Saying fuck a nigga Quick, quick. I'm just tryna be the one who never run, but you run
I'm not your weekend love, your secret fuck Brother, I'm not playing And if I wanted to be part time I'd be working at the check out line At the liquor
be something bigger waiting [Chorus] [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] I do, love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's game time Do
soon as I was seated The driver caught my arm Said, "That'll be cash on the barrelhead, hon This old, gray dog gets paid to run When the engine starts
that It's just bad timing to come at me like that I'm sorry, I, did I cross the line I tried to warn you away, way ahead of time I'm so frustrated that
time That they shot a nigga straight to the temple done A little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin' Get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em Time from time
them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up We got them (Thugs) on the (Line), got them (Thugs) screamin
Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun I seen that O.G. gettin' up as he began to run I grab my nine; it's time them niggas took a loss Put
workin' a nine to five Or ridin' the hustle I gotta get mine, bottom line Most of my time I'm out here puttin' in work For all of my days that I run
Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face? It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll All the niggaz that was poppin' before started
push this panic button nigga We moving like the Panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit' me, nigga, you wit' me? Militant minded perfect timing
Could you tell me where you run to? (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done
wit you Ima be that little nigga off the hook man Talk about look man If I see anigga disrespect one mo time Put out my foot on his line and leave him
would Ride the 'Line motherfucker, try and stop mine, stick to your crime I'm from that West Coast sunshine, born to rhyme Still I struggle in these hard times
don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse 1: Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' 'em up, outta line, with yo' innocent, gotta get to start
nigga, your day is gon' come. But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you try run up on me, then I gotta shot