Tonalidad: C major
Verse 1
Fm
I knew you niggas would be back
See, see
You need to fuck with me,
you know what mean?
You need to holla at your boy, man
Stop fucking with them punk niggas,
man, with that shit
That shit stepped on, nigga
I got that raw
G
Fm
I got that 24 -Sap, holla at your boy
What you need, baby?
Come on with it
Holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway,
holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up, holla at your boy
That's what you get for fucking
with them niggas
Come and see me for that real OG
He a O .Z., I'm a Hoagie
Dope as a motherfucker, son of Hoagie
Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine,
but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
G
Fm
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the D
Treat it just like weed
G
Hit the right end,
Fm
then pass it to her friends
I'm a hustler, you a customer
G
Fm
Them other nig gas you like,
straight fuckin' ya
Some of them lyin',
most of them trickin'
Others are dyin',
some of them victims
When you come from South Central L .A.,
That shit is like dirt,
we the nigga got a headache
If you wanna draw now,
make the call now
Look me up, nigga, holla at your boy
Beating for that good shit,
take a look, bitch
What you need, baby, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway
On Broadway, holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up,
gettin' stepped on
Nigga, come on home, holla at your boy
Ice Cube
Back then, they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot,
these bitches still love me
Why? Cause I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go,
they wanna kiss and hug me
They say, dope man, dope man
I got your money,
don't turn into Conan
Don't wanna see the G hand
G
Fm
I am the man from here to Cleveland
Don't get mad, I get even
F
Try to shake the van,
Fm
think you're sleepin'
Oh my God, this nigga's leakin'
Somebody better call the D .G .A .N.
Any doses or overdose,
leave your punk ass dead or comatose
And if you don't wanna listen,
my shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggum
If you want it raw now, make the call now
Look me up nigga, holla at your boy
Beat it for that good shit,
take a look bitch
What you need baby, holla at your boy
I got it all day, in the hallway,
on Broadway
Holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up, getting stepped on
Nigga, come on home, holla at your boy
Holla
Holla
Yeah
But don't two -way a nigga
F
Fm
Bitch, that ain't nothin'
F
but a transcript
Fm
Dumb bitch I holla
G
Don't two -way a nigga, man
If you want it raw now, make the call now
Look me up, nigga, holla at your boy
Beat it for that good shit, take a look, bitch
What you need, baby?
Holla at your boy
I got it all day
In the hallway
On Broadway
Holla at your boy
Sick of that blow up
Getting stepped on
Nigga, come on home
Holla at your boy
20 years
I've been serving you fiends for 20 years
Why would you fuck with anybody else?
Holla at your boy
That's why you're
fucked up right now
Ain't it? You need to get at me
You know I got it
And I know you want it
Holla at your boy
Come on, Cube, let me rap on here.
I'm just trying to sack something up.
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