The perpetrating ballin' ass nigga on your block
With slave money from the record company I'm poppin'
Now I'm on my way to the neighborhood liquor store
To help sell more of that bullshit to my folk
Reachin' for a can is the man with no conscience
But I'm making money, so nig

Por não parar respirar
Agir com inspiração
E não com a razão
Caído ao chão
Eu sou quem eu tenho
Eu sou quem eu posso ter
Sem saber
Que ela foi vítima da globalização

Ela é um aborto espontâneo
Ela tem capitalismo cerebral
Seu pai é insano

Sente e

Yeah, this is another story of famous dogs
Where the dog that don't keep it real is a bitch
These are rappin' dogs, soldier dogs
Harmonic dogs
House dogs, street dogs
Dogs of the world unite...

(Paris)
Bye, bye shitty luck, skinny ducats
High side, many bucks, t

You my angel in that Saint Laurent
My Gucci shirt, come and take it off
You too damn good, never last that long
You my angel in that Saint Laurent
You my angel in that Saint Laurent
My Gucci shirt, come and take it off
You too damn good, never last that long
You my an

Thinkin' of you, and how the perception came to pass
Of a Queen bein' just a piece of ass
So I ask ya how that sound
It's for the sistas I missed the last time Ôround
Because I can't forget what ya been through
Can't forget the hardships in what you do
So I'm payin' ya th

I remember how it started, remember the time
I was watchin' Rap City 'bout a quarter to nine
Commercial said the military givin' money for school
Caught the bus up to my campus - they was signin' recruits
And met this dude named Diablo, was some kinda vet
He explained the sit

Back in the day 1986
Me and Mad Mike puttin' records in the mix
Doin' party after party highschools and jam
Back before the Glock was king
And brothas sport like men
Makin' demo after demo tryin' to come up quick
It's funny how niggas treat you when you ain't got shit

Ainda quero conhecer mais pessoas
Agora que minhas dívidas
Eu quitei com o silêncio
Agora só o que me leva mais próximo de você
Do que minha música
São as minhas tentativas de poesia

Agora mais não viu
O que se amava não era amor
Agora mais não viu
Era só R

We are going to the big party
We're gonna have some fun, fun, fun, fun
Bring a lot of friends to the party
Everyone you know is around

We are going to the big party
We're gonna play some music oh yeah
Wanna dance? Then come to this party
We're gonna have a good time

When I'm gone now she want me to stay
I can't leave what you want me to do?
Telling lies got you falling in love
But I lied and I told you the truth
'Cause I'm done with the ways that you move
And I'm tired of feeling so used
Only up in the night I'm alive
Always thin

Enter into a new realm a new dimension
Pay close attention
And witness knowledge born on the microphone
for the people that I call my own
Remember back when good rap was just a cool dance hit
even though it wasn't saying (shit)
Well them days is gone I don't play that

Paris is my name, I flows with ease
Cash checks, breaks necks and wrecks MC's
who ain't down with the sound of the Panther Movement
Intense is a serious answer
The mic goes into labor you freeze up
Enveloped by the style that sounds so ROUGH
Rehearsal weak verses potent a

"I understand that time is running out..."

Here I go, an angry brother finna make his move
Lookin' to buck him in the city so I never lose
See I'm get him in the crowd with a couple heavies
And lay the barrel to the ground, hold the gat steady
And now I'm ready for my adver

Check it out ch'all, here we go again another one
From the man on the run I recollect and take a stand
P-Dog, kickin' over breaks that make ya wanna move
It's like that when the black cat get in tune
And now you bustin' smiles when styles I rip
So many of 'em you'll discover

12:15, layin' real low at night
Creep in a jeep, hit the corner tight
'Bout to go clip they wigs
But gotta keep a niggy clean
One time
*BLAM*
This is so their momma cry
Y'all shoulda eased up when I told ya last time
But now I gotta do it the hard way
P-A-Y-ba

Still in this bitch, ninety-eight is just another year
I murder money drama bitches, that fall in piers
Comin out the city where no pity be a way of life
When niggaz quick to bust a cap in you to earn they stripes
Ain't nothin changed in these West coast killin fields
I seen

Crushin' up weed like I'm crushin' on you (on you)
On you (on you)
And I've been thinkin' 'bout the things, every dirty little thing to do (to do)
To do (to do)
I ain't give you roses 'cause you ain't give me you (no, no)
Give me you (no, no)
Nothing you can say, you can

I'm sick and tired of having no money
Bread and water for dinner every day
In my dreams I have a plan for us honey
Saw it on TV, now here's what I say:

Dallas

Let's find some oil and start up a business
We'll be really rich, you know millionaires
You'll be J.R. or

Me and Sue in the summer time
playing football everywhere
getting tired, have some wine
having parties everywhere
We were dancing, we were dancing

Sexy Eve in the summer time
takes her clothes off everywhere
looking hot and feeling fine
take her picture anywhere

Cross my heart and hope to die
Might not make it through tonight
Ask you once, I'll ask you twice
Am I who you want late at night?

I be wonderin' if I'm the only one
Like would you want me still if I ain't have this Louis on?
Until you came around I was comin' down