's kind of heinous with the picture of the world that he paint us The most dangerous angriest lyrics that a thug got Ain't enough nigga where your mug shot? Where
point Irresistible bitch let's go But where we goin'? Westward ho Irresistible bitch let's go But where we goin'? Westward ho I put it down all around Westbound is where
I'm stuck wit it, Killa Cali is the state murder Everyday it's a homie, lay my rag in a casket and retaliate Nigga who is you, what side is you, red or
like I just have these dreeeamz and you know Verse 1 Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo Yo father where you wanna start How I love ladies Or how I'm slug crazy
Kool-Aid Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid So therefore, I could never be too paid And I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get
kool-aid Loud music all night till the boys in blue raid So therefore I could never be too paid I know where I'm going and where I'm from will get you
boo don't even trip when they be wanting her man Cause when she go shopping, is it you and a friend Tattooed my name on her back cause she loved a thug
t fade South Central 'Cause bustin' a cap is fundamental Checkin' out every block close Seein' which one will clock the most Yeah this is the one no
is device a way that the artform and the money is like on a equal level. You know what I mean, that, that like he said, is a fine line
is gone, gone, gone everyone she's ever loved is gone, gone, gone the only reason she's alive is she grabbed a palm frond and held on and held on one
then we sweet swervin back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin. Verse 3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)* I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for
this rare species is so hard to find. I'm custom-made for all the ladies with guts, A tall box of hair or rather cameo cuts. Draggin' tattoes is what
a punk rocker With another set of problems How to come up with money to feed yourself Now you're one rude punk rocker Hair dyed and tattoos everywhere
, lay in puddles of thick blood 'Cuz I get love yeah, where ever I go And I'd die for my niggas, but never no hoe So you know that the life I lead is
's edge Now take the traveler and the tourist The essential difference is The traveler don't know where he's goin' And the tourist don't know where he is
sweat the little shit Second is, there ain't no other Tattoos, scars and missin' parts And all the rich have ever proven Is they are to life What American Bandstand is
Sometimes I wish I hadn't gotten that tattoo sometimes I wish I'd married you one hundred fires one hundred days sometimes I feel like a stranger sometimes
is done Leave a message on his answering machine Telling him there are none God and I are one Times moon times star times sun The factor is me, you