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Verse One:
Seven in the morning standing in the line three fools in front of me drinking on some wine two in the back of me sucking on a joint and one in back of them beggin for a newport there's 4 5 suckers way way in the back stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack they looking at me funny coz I got a record out and a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some clout a forth of the people in the line be hookers but the other forth betta ask help themself a forth of the people havent been fed and all of the rest are fucked up in the head a bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh and a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph ain't nothing changed but the time I got to get mine, so I'm standing in the county line Chorus: This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh you got to have the conned, in this land of milk and honey Verse Two: I walked through the front door to fill out my ap Here comes another sap asking if I rap I don't say a word coz he know that I do I'm down with the MAAD ass U know Hoo! I take a number and a seat I'm sweating from the heat Somebody got their shoes off I smell their feet My number is 80, it's still on 20 I look up at the clock and now IS 10:30 Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please Can I get my food stamps so I can leave I got money and a car but they don't even know it now they asking me a gang of questions coz I told them I was homeless I'm living in a car out back in the alley but I use to shack up with a hooker named Sally line after line what is the time My life is in a bomb so I'm standing in the county line Chorus Verse Three: I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker She thinks I'm a fool but I know that I can work her -Punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp rollin' that week sheets of mine "You have a penetentry record" -I said I know that BIATCH! She wants to know what kind a work do I do I said I haven't worked since 1992 I can't find a job though I looked and I looked took one hit of the crack and mistook she sittin there wonderin' when i get to the point like I'm smokin me a joint job search work the projects whackness and in a few weeks I'd get my check now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window so I can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow it's 5:13 by the clock on the wall bum for some change so I can make a phone call shit is getting late and the time is 29 that why so many niggas standing in the county line Chorus 2X to fade |
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| 2. |
| 5:07 |
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One dark night I need some ends
I got a spot cased out I'm breakin in I gotta cutter that'll cut thru ya window like butter Suction cup window up Now I'm on the inside lookin for some loot 38 special I don't wanna have to shoot I ain't no young raw fresh recruit uhh Steel toe boots black khaki suit A real quick search and nobody's home just like I planned now I'm home alone I hope ya don't mind if I use tha phone and fix me sometin to eat before I'm gone I got the servant and the china, deuce-five and the 9 Rolex off the desk so I can tell the time No one knows where the flow goes when the 'dults crow you better take some no doze Now I'm out tha back with a sack fulla goods throw it in the truck, take it back to the hood Let me be brief, I'm on the creep I stole the sounds out'cha jeep, it takes a thief Chorus: Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep both eyes open when you go to sleep Oh yeah! It takes a thief Yeah, yeah! It takes a thief It takes a motherfuckin thief! It takes a thief Keep ya hand on your gun when I'm on the creep I need a lick real quick-like My mind ain't wrapped tight I scale like Mike Tys so call this fright night You don't wanna see me comin down the street when I'm broke and it's dark So run your motherfuckin pockets 'fore they find your ass dead in the park Put your hands behind your head and interlock your fingers No I ain't the cops, I just want your rings and your wallet and your watch and your fat gold chain Don't try nuttin strange or I'm blowin out'cha brains I rob from the rich so I can get rich I ain't got shit so I take what I can get I need my mail, my snaps, my dollars, my ends my grip ain't high enough so I'm robbin on my friends Somebody out there's out to get me The smaller the nigga, the bigger the gat be I don't give a fuck about your pain and your grief You shouldn't of fell asleep, it takes a thief Chorus x 1/2 There's a buster on the West Side, I heard he gotta grip and he's outta town on business so I'm schemin on his shit I heard he got kis and Gs and deeds and guns and big trash bags full o' weed I stole a brand new fresh shaft telephone van so now I guess I'm the telephone man The bathroom window ain't got no alarm I gotta skelton brick that works like a charm It didn't take long to find what I was lookin for I was damned near finished when I heard a key in the door I jumped in the closet and checked my clip Pulled my ski mask down, I can't believe this shit I counted to five and the front door opened up I counted three more and the front door was shut I counted five more to give me some space then I jumped out the closet and bucked him in the face I loaded up the van in broad daylight cos Looky Lou's have their high beams on at night I take the backstreets to avoid the heat and never let em see me sweat, it takes a thief Chorus Outro: Oh yeah! Yeah yeah! Hey yeah! Just a reminder to let you know there's motherfuckers out there that want your shit So you better watch out, better watch your back Can't be goin to sleep, protect your shit Know what I'm sayin? |
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| 3. |
| 4:59 |
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What you gonna play now
Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Every geto got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps Homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb chronic sacks thats a fact Cause, you from the neighborhood niggas love Pimps, players, suckers, hoes, forty thieves, ganstas, and thugs To unwrap the strap before you know what The loudmouth one loced up in front of the icecream truck And broke all of the sills where the big G's live The little homie be gettin' out on account This time he might get stuck attempted One eight seven and he's a minor with pride So the DA want him tried as an adult The big homey just had a son no joking I think his baby's mom is smoking cause she always broke And the young girls is dressing more and more sleazy And everybody and their momma talking bout OJ defense To the hoochies in the Hondas and Sentras Young niggas fightin' their case with public defenders Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate tired of stress Niggas who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Slap boxin' with all the young hoochies watchin' Dead cats in the street playing craps Niggas catchin dice with they feet Think they got the funk that one fool got stoked out Cos he's a mark with a gun The nosy bitch up the street called 9-1-1 now One time his d jacked a nigga and old bitch Liscence and registration "All I got is a drivers permit" Niggas can't have shit we got dogs that rip but don't even trip Welcome to Southern California Liquor stores and churches on every other corner Your little brother plays pop warner Darks raided the dope spot Eight year old kid got shot cos they mistook his BB gun for a glok And I ain't forgot about the homey Lano He got killed by a sucker way back in the eighties oh I heard the homies mighties is ballin' out of state He got himself off unemployment checks in Section 8 Hey the homiez kickin' it real Yeh I hear what he's sayin' loc Sometimes it's just like that in the hood Yeh don't nothin' change of the game but the name That's right you know that's right To the young hustlers that's trying to stack that knot up The house parties that's gonna always get shot up Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To the negros real to stop the violence All the niggers who loced up during the L.A. riots Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites The nigger with all 16 switches sitting ODs Who got jacked he tried to pull out his gat Pulling sex in through his back Now his momma ain't all black And niggas is going to the barber to get a fade They carried their dead homey to his grave Pour out a little liquor Homegirl down the street with the green eyes and big titties is getting thicker Neighborhood clubs beat him up and crackheads be selling tvs and vcrs For forty bucks so what's up Yesterday the homey commited a bank caper Saw the chase on the news and read the story in today's paper His little girl's just now taking training wheels off her bike While her daddy's got twenty-five to life at Fort Strike The little homey just tripped and stripped Because he didn't realize that the joint was dipped That's right OG's joining the nation and it's all good Big G's is retaliating cause they enemies are crossed out the hood Crackhead momma's smoking whole accounting checks Dopedealers who serve liquor pieces for sex Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Young niggas going to school to be a doctor Late night sounds of gunshots and helicopters Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites To all the motherfuckers who think their shit don't stank Rollin D.B.s and then appear for robbing banks Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites This is just a little something for a nigga That's still gonna be a nigga if he don't get no bigger Be your own good ride Right right These are the geto hilites Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. Get on up. to fade... |
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| 4:13 |
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Verse 1:
If you free your mind your ass has got to But you're caught up in that same ol' patent and trap that the homies go through Searchin' for answers without no questions You thought it could never happen to you and your crew, but y'all was no exception It started out as fun and it was all about kicks (Kicks) But each and every kick turned out to be a trick Imagine this you got no family, you got no ends You got no hustle, no muscle, no car, no clothes, you got no friends You once was the neighborhood boss and hog And no G livin' legend like walkin' dogs Niggaz hate to admit it, but they know it's true Damn near everybody in the hood, includin' the kids, want to be just like you So, hear I stand as a witness, or, should I say a reclaimed victim Written off and spit on by this really sick ass system You can roll what I roll in the swirl from the smoke Somebody take a vote, the devil is dope Chorus: The devil is dope (Dope) Out of control The devil is dope The devil is dope Out to get your soul (Yeah-yeah) The devil is dope Verse 2: Things seen only imagined and in dreams Until, the same nightmares in tv screens your teenage screams (Ahh!) Cause the dosage wasn't right Now his chest is gettin' tight And everything is goin' black But it's the middle of the day, figure that But you still can't see with a thousand watt beam (Blind!) And you need mo gin to feed your triple beam with schemes (Wake up!) Cause traffic done slowed up like the one ten at five So, you dance the street section at around two, to try to stay alive And now you trapped tryin' to play hockey with some tic tac's (Tic Tac's!) And niggaz tellin' you to kick back and bend back, but you already did that And all money ain't good money But everybody want the cream and honey Thinkin' that the other side is all green plus it's sunny (Yeah!) But, money, lust, and jealousy most lead to treachery From A.C. to O.G. to P.G. to P.C.B. As you call for your locs, set adrift in the smoke It's like murder, heat, smoke, the devil is dope Chorus Verse 3: Sunshine on your mind but darkness prevails You move your sales from motel to hotel Prerequisite for a blast, merchandise, cash, or ass Bloodshed often is the door where personalaties crash And it's your task to try to make a meal ticket So, you can kick it and be swift with your chicken (Bock-bock!) You's a victim and since you got your own mind It ain't all your fault, but you gotta do your own time Choose your weapon cause your first impression Often dictates the situation that you find yourself caught in If you still blind and you can't see You better obtain yourself some glasses and clear your vision like DMC (Don't run!) And remember what I told you Remember who brought a soldier I want to wake you up like Sega consume large amounts of dank-a Man overboard Beware of the underlords Stay your ass on the boat, the devil is dope (Ooh-ooh!) Chorus: Repeat 2X with adlibs in there |
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A bitch is a bitch and we all know
that a ho is a ho wit a toe-up slut so if you're gotta have em, might as well be a fine one but it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one So they go and get a bitch that's lookin like Trixie and Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker and the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a hooker Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin But everytime I see her, you're beggin Go get you a girl that got somethin goin Get rid of that bitch that's lookin like a dragon Now you wanna fight cos you're baggin on your Mrs But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches They say 'beauty is skin deep' but goddamn weeded bitch look like buckwheat mixed with opi Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor and her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up Niggas started dissin and you blamed it on the gin but the very next day you was with the bitch again Now your ass is gettin clowned like Bozo but that's what you get for fuckin with that ugly ho I don't know what possessed you, nigga Stand that hooker in front of a trigger Spendin your time with a big goony-goo-goo To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo" Dig a ditch down in desperation Send that monster on a permanent vacation The girl is chop-top, but you don't listen Cos some niggas like fuckin with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches But now that I'm grown I leave em alone cos I went from rags to riches Interlude Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin he don't see me Talkin with a bitch that look like a flea G Holdin her hand as he walks thru the plaza I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter The girl is done so take her ass off the oven Put her on a BOOM and send her back to the covent Cookin up a plan in a big, black cauldron And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin into a trap cos now the whore is pregnant 9 months later and she's squirted on an insect He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test Now he's sendin child support in a big fat cheque My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin liquor One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her Riches to rags and rags to riches but that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches Chorus: When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches When I was young I used to have fun fuckin with ugly bitches It seems kinda sad cos this pussy I had came from some ugly bitches Outro: So you mean to tell me you fuckin with a bald-headed, ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look-a-like, cisco drinkin, loud, ignorant, fucked-up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down, once-a-month bleedin, butthead swap-meet, AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch? Nigga what's wrong wit you? (That's alright. She take care of a nigga though, that's all I know nigga. That's OK yeah, that's OK nigga) |
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