West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: .:DayGoStyLz:. on December 15, 2002, 05:13:36 AM
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Anotha day in SD, anotha day they test me/
Muthafukaz run they mouth, tryna see what Im about/
First they doubt, then i demonstrate tha clout/
One hitta quittaz tah yah figure knock a muthafuka out!/
"Whaddup cuzz?!", frum fake bitchez tryna hate/
ToNe respectz tha real, fah tha fakez a 38!/
Not a thug......."am i a gangsta?", No/
But catch a slug.......and "will i shank yah?", sho!/
Gave u a pass.......so say "Thank u Bro"/
Git off mah ass......and let me make mah dough/
Dont worry bout how it iz ToNe smash in a lex/
Maybe cuz im pimpin, n checkz u cashin fah sex/
Fukin trickz shoulda learned not tah hate tha playa/
Itz tha game u mad at, while she payz me, u pay her/
Bottom feedin muthafukaz but im sittin on top/
Tha rap game iz like a gun fight and im spittin wit glockz/
Take shit back to tha streetz/
Whea they packin tha heatz/
Stackin tha cheese, keep it brackin mah G'z!/
But damn, cant take a simple trip to tha muthafukin mall/
Witout hearin "Freeze, put yo handz on tha wall!"/
Po po alwayz trippin, tryna push my fukin buttonz/
Hopin fah feloniez but still comin up wit nutin/
We jus hopped out tha ride, only took 10 stepz/
Before we heard "Stop!", a squad car on deck/
First they ask tha homie Rod, "Wha were u doin with that car?"/
He replied "I was ridin in it", did they know who we are??/
Next thing i know, mah homeboyz in handcuffz/
Then they search mah fukin pocketz, goddamn i had enough/
Put him in tha backseat cuz they said that he was drunk/
Then tha cop turnz tah me, I look at him like hez a punk/
"So son, whats yur name? Betta yet, Whats yur Gang?"/
I replied that I dont bang, so then he ask wha I slang/
Tellin me Ima get shot for tha shit that i wear/
"There was a stabbing a lil earlier, are u even aware?"/
Shit i dont care! And u aint concerned about me so git tha fuk out mah hair!!/
"Man wussup wit all tha questionz? U arrestin me or not!?"/
Hemmed up in tha parkin lot, in hell these fukin pigz goan rot!/
They aint had shit, so hadda release me on tha spot/
But let me catch they azz in traffic, itz 1-8-7 on a cop!!!!/
jus sumthin quik, describin mah fukin night...tryna do sum damn christmas shoppin. Man, fuk tha police...n thas real..."protect n serve" mah muthafukin dik bitchez..
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They aint had shit, so hadda release me on tha spot/
But let me catch they azz in traffic, itz 1-8-7 on a cop!!!!/
dope piece dawg, but what happened's fucked up tho.
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First they ask tha homie Rod, "Wha were u doin with that car?"/
He replied "I was ridin in it", did they know who we are??/
Next thing i know, mah homeboyz in handcuffz/
Then they search mah fukin pocketz, goddamn i had enough/
Put him in tha backseat cuz they said that he was drunk/
Then tha cop turnz tah me, I look at him like hez a punk/
"So son, whats yur name? Betta yet, Whats yur Gang?"/
I replied that I dont bang, so then he ask wha I slang/
Tellin me Ima get shot for tha shit that i wear/
"There was a stabbing a lil earlier, are u even aware?"/
that shit was real good tone...i especially like tha part above
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That was some real dope shit.