Mala Machenko] Why waaaait?... Kill yourself noooooooow [L.E.G.A.C.Y.:] Uh, kill yourself! Uh, Suicide... Music Khyrsis... uh, L.E.G... Let's... go...
My homies the greatest, I roll with the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas From the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat Y'all know what happened
O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L
a long way from the L.B.C. Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G. Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the
's done. Greatest story in the world, wait'll you hear it." Bert: (groan) "Go ahead." Ernie: "A........B, C.......D......" Bert: "Ernie....." Ernie: "E, F,.....G
is a better way 'Cause I've seen it Lord But this faster money is so convenient And I need it say I need it C A R T E R I spit movies like a VCR I spit
was the man before 'Pac and Biggie Smalls No disrespect, but y'all know how I ball The L L C O O L J, what's my motherfucking name y'all Mirror, mirror
on a three way (4) Fortune to fork it over like an intrepid on a freeway (5) Why you five, o, tryin' to beat me like a price on 'e-Bay' (6) Had a six
s not a game, what's my name? J-A-R-U-L-E Who else you thought it would be All my bitches with me say J-A-R-U-L-E Who'da thought this wouldn't be Everybody
it C'mon} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I
y'all Big L I'm a pimped-out nigga" "for real Big L Corleone is too advanced for y'all Big L I leave mics torn Big L I leave mics torn
Think outside the box a little bit, box with an R Yeah, well, no box with a B A L K S like a pitcher Ah, as opposed to B A C H S Right, think outside
fuckin' with a bitches brain Can't be affected by the great depression This country is in a recession, I reckon So let me give yo ass a funky lesson Never let a
who the lions let go E is for Elijah, up to heaven he went F for the furnace where Shadrach was sent G for Goliath, by a boy he was slain H is for Hannah
-R-E-A-S-Ts Really make me so happy M-A-D-F-U-C-K All night long, everyday D-O-G-G-Y-S-T-Y-L-E Come on Xena, get down on your knees Ba ba ba ba ba
dont say a word until i'm through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act
's Direct drive and Nova, I'm chillin' with G.L.O.B.E. Mr. Biggs and Pow-Wow, Monk and Superman Pullin' out that Olde E, that funky funky 40 ounce Ikey C
West See some nice breasts in the West Smoke some nice sess in the West, y'all niggaz is a mess Thinkin I'm gon stop, givin L.A. props All I got is beef
