Song Lyrics
When i first came to ruthless i was livin like hustler, i used to think you was a true
It s a wonderful day in my muthafuckin neighborhood, get your ass with the mafia loke
And then i looked at an old album cover, now you say you ain t gettin gangked no more
did he have a gun
But real like tooners, here s a bone you can choke
And i like my cronic twist with some vsop, what s up partner ha ha ha, because if not you ll be all bark with no bite
and i m going for the fuckin gift
But i m still quick, and i ma do it like this for them ,- ya know what i m sayin, and then i looked at an old album cover
You will get blasted, yo try to diss me to get respect, i never got smoked you muthafucking new jack
Cause your funk got a gang of b-12 in it outro kokane, cause real niggas don t go out that quick Bite, to my homies over there an shit
But i know who owns death row, now i ma take you trough you history book
get your ass with the mafia loke
and if you re fuckin with this nigga
no i don t think so wow
Yes starlet ? ah some say it, now i ma fuck you up korrupt
can t stop us what you wanna do bring it on snoop
It s like hearhi-hearhi common common, did you trip, see we go kinda back see
Now i see nigga s rich, can t stop us what you wanna do bring it on snoop, cause you re scared as fuck to diss ice cube
And that s realer then a juice of a duce, now you say you ain t gettin gangked no more, s like a peanut game
Now while we re in the studio kickin it off, and i like my cronic twist with some vsop Kokane, now you say you ain t gettin gangked no more
And still you get your boots knocked, carson even pomona
And i don t belive in celebratin dre day, but see things got fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me you need to go and check your puppet gee, did you want some
i m on a mission
Now you say you ain t gettin gangked no more, it s like dip-dip-a, we can fix your funk when the shits on the flat
And still you get your boots knocked, because who the fuck is he
and then i looked at an old album cover
To my homies over there an shit, i give props when props are due, so no pain no gain
Bakin soda free and they call me kokane, send you on your way
it s like dip-dip-a
To my homies over there an shit, cause i m a baller by four and plus a gee Phunk, i ma say it on wax and i can say it when i see ya fool
so no pain no gain
Because who the fuck is he, and still you get your boots knocked Bite, you fuckin around with me you gonna end up on your back
Definetly don t give a fuck about, you was livin straight like a busta
Sweattalk aka kokane, but see things got fucked up when your flunkie tried to diss me you need to go and check your puppet gee
Yeah you dissed eazy-e but i m confused, did he have a gun, did you trip
cause real niggas don t go out that quick
And now it s gangsta gangsta pimpsta pimpsta, definetly don t give a fuck about, no i don t think so wow
Yo i hope you get yours before they do you, here s a bone you can choke Phunk, 1 87 chillin in my coup dippin
We can fix your funk when the shits on the flat, not fake like laceres
But i m still quick, i never got smoked you muthafucking new jack
