today, this world belongs to the USA And we'll roll in and kill yer kids, if you disagree Chorus Well, we'll roll in and smoke 'em out their holes
yo up now talk to em'com'om) Luniz- Whoo That gurl only hump once wit a thug now she hunt for the thug who smoke blunts in da club get pissy drunk
and fulla nothin' But thugs and hustlas, sin never been no busta He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em Put 'em
'em up outta me hood, rip's straight When I'm makin' me grip with a me click Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump
killin' with a ganksta attitude Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em down, man Bump the Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down Me breakin' 'em
, straight up thuggas Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down Buckin' them coppas down Round after round after round Bloody bodies badges spread out
. But one to the sucka's head, and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me. Layzie: We jumpin' up out from
I'm on the hunt, so keep your shit low but yo I'm kinda slackin' up I shoulda killed you from the get-go Nigga, but this is it We coulda talked it out
and heat up Who the finger rap singer with hip layers of phlegm Caused by blunt smoke, heart disease plays the friend I ran out emotion, my rap style'
Verse two What the fuck you think this is? hands up everybody spread'em the first muthafucker move, dirty bird gotta wet'em ain't nobody gettin' out alive
D, I'm ASAP I'm crack a don chicken hunting at KFC In '83, I was that scrub TLC talking 'bout Now I rock the house, chalk 'em out Yeah, no doubt who
Listen, Flipmode and Ruff Ryders bang out hits S W I two Z's bang out clips Bang out chicks, for fun we bang out whips Y'all go to war with revolvers
a rap and they took me to jail Pulled out my bank and made bail This is my story, it could not wait It all started out in the Golden State California
and kill 'em, get 'em, hit 'em, and finish 'em And bang 'em in the head and diminish 'em, and then I'll Hit 'em again at a minimum, repeat comin' to kill
[Intro] Chong: Hey man! Check this out. I got the best KUSH ever man! Cheech: Aw, man... I've been so out... You got sent from heaven! All right, man,
more Either man comes I'm gonna hit 'em with the head rush So be careful on what you trusting Homey we keet those on us Smoke like mufflers to calm
'ma back down, like a goddamn coward I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease Let somebody lash out at me and not lash back out at 'em
life Jet life jet life where havnt we been.......and you can tell...from bitches tryna... boy im still..... and you could tell.... spitta in em spitta in em spitta in em
