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We gonna put this bullshit to a stop (we gon cut the crap)
Me and one drop (see yeah, see)
We gon pop while y all niggaz slop (see we gon cut the crap and make ya slop)
Keep ya tryin to cop
Dope, yadidamean

I don t fuck with it if it don t bear the stamp
I m thizzlamic the genie of the lamp
I can go fifteen rounds with the champ
And bother a bitch, like some cramps
Put some clamps on your girl before i take her
And then make her a good money maker
She got the drapers and that s worse than the vapors
She lick my dick like some zig zag papers
I m samuel and denzel in one body
And bumpy face johnson, i ll kill somebody
Pop pills when i party, white madusas
And no one can goose her, like i can goose her
I m the genie of the lamp, the golden child
Being the virgin now, drinkin ?
Nigga now, i got my own style
If you put my shoes on, you wouldn t last a mile

[chorus 4x]
Summertime, on the time, i m on the grind gettin mine
I got that ring, i m the champ, i m the genie of the lamp

My furry kangol is my turban
I smoke good durban
Listen to flashlight, the extended version
Love to spend money, i m always splurgin
Never hurtin , and that s for certain
Cherry flavored bourban, never heard of it
Get it when i spit it, every word of it
Don t be scurred of it, it s all gravy
Yeah, you got the right one baby
Fa show, never maybe
When she get lazy, i just say
Bitch is you crazy
I m a grown ass motherfuckin man
And there s a few things you must understand
When i do it, i do it big
That shit you talkin is water under the bridge
Neither here or there, irrelivant
Bitch if you won t pay, i go sell a bit

[chorus 4x]

Ah, ah, ah, hello, hello my friend
Yes, my name is muhammed al boo boo (muhammed al boo boo)
And i m the genie of the lamp (the genie of the lamp)
I m the make it happen captain (the make it happen captain)
Put it in my hand, your wish is my command (yeah, yeah)
I got the skill to make your dreams real, ya feel (yeah, you beezie)
Uh huh, uh huh, yes, walk the thizzle brick road
(the thizzle brick road?, the thizz-ed of oz!)

Tekst :

Another sleepless night in Fresno Jail
I got a federal hold and I can t even bail
Eyes wide open like a dope fiend geeked
I need some cock hella bad, I need to be free
Steady dreaming about wrecking guts and cock
Laying on my bunk busting nuts in socks
Celly on top bunk knock smooth out
Snoring mothafucka, I should just shout
And wake his ass up cause I can t sleep
If a nigga had a way, a nigga would creep
And make a clean break but that s just a dream fake
This can t be real, man, it all seems fake
3 am and it s time to E-A-T
Cold cream of wheat and a lunch in a B-A-G
This shit is the pits, man, how worse will it get, man
I need to be N Da Hood, straight getting a grit, man...

I m missing the crew, the dope fiends too
I m writing this rap, there s nothing else to do
Cause home is a place that it seem I won t go
Sleeping in a cell with some fools I don t know
Dope fiends that just don y got no...
Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
I m stuck like chuck way down south
When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some hurt cha dick weed
I just can t wait to straight perk and get key d
I need to be N Da Hood straight swinging tight ones
Burning long rubber on the black and white ones...

Back N Da Hood sound so good
They won t set bail but I wish they would
I P-R-A-Y every D-A-Y
Asking to get back to the B-A-Y
But every court date they keep detaining me
On punk ass charges they keep arraining me
At first I thought I d have to spank you
But Detective Nichleman, I d like to thank you
You put me on the news and tried to spread that lie
Then record sales jumped to an all time high
Why rob a bank when a nigga can spit?
I need to be N Da Hood cause I ain t did shit
Every damn day my tapes are sold
I make more money than the bank can hold
And though I might can t bail out...
This punk ass jail house
I ll just kick back and watch my mail sprout...

Plenty of time for a nigga to think
But all I can think of is dank and drank
On jail walls my name is carving
Waiting on comissary, man, I m starving
Ten black brothas and fifty julios
I just can t wait to hit the studios
And let fools know about the set up
These punk police won t let up
They trying to keep me down and keep me in a ditch
But the only thing they doing is making me rich
They painted a picture of a ruthless villain
Told all my fans that I was stealing
Jealous mothafuckas, I never steal
I make more money than you never will
Mac Dre arrested for attempted heist
The mothafucking feds ain t nothing nice
They said I was the one doing all this shit
But banks just keep on getting hit
Feds trying to send a nigga up the creek
But Dre ain t worried cause the case is week
They say I m the one calling all the shots
But fuck them feds and fuck them cops
And to that punk mothafucka Detective Nic Dic
Hear me loud and clear, fool: suck my big dick!

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-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)

-=- Warren G -=-
Fast Money
Might be yo last money
Quick to blast, for the cash money
Squabbin over past money
Lookin for spots to stash money
Fast Money
Might be yo last money

-=- Dutches -=-
Everytime I meet a niggarow
They ass wanna hit it
And you tell them HELL NO!
They ass goin talkin shit
I never gave a flyin fuck about how this niggas feelin
Just because I let them eat the pussy they think we did it
Slow down honey love I think you better pump yo brakes
If you had the feelin we was makin love that shit waz fake
My pussys tight
Thats why you niggas want to get up in it
Just come talk to me to cross the feast nigga wont you spend it
Never trust these fools hollarin they single
Bitches aint dont be stupid
They know they liein
You know these niggas mingle
Yo bitches got bad fuckin niggas on the first night
Then hollarin that shit about how a man dont treat them right
Bitches be talkin about fuckin niggas
Im buckin niggas
To get closer to me is some lucky niggas with (?)
Niggas better break me off a lil somethin
Playas better have they money pumpin
Before we do some grindin and bumpin

-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)

-=- Mac Dre -=-
Im hungry for the cabbage
The Swabbage
Need a bank
I done sold everything from weed to crank
Now I need to think
How many of my niggas got kilt?
Blood spilt
Done dilt
Cap pilt
For that bad scrill
Im past will
Pin a picture a criminal conduct
Cause nigga when Im stuck
My (?) comes unstuck
I dont give a fuck
Life is a hustle
If you wanna come up
You gotta flex that muscle
Niggas wit little hearts
Or little bread
Some niggas is satisfied with puss and a little head
Its been said
Fuck the bitch get rich
We about it
Now without it
Get yo grits
Be cautious
Cause its crosses
Get caught up, brought up on charges
And some take loses
Do you thang
Sell dope, hit licks
Sometimes its manditory to get those quick grits

-=- Chorus -=-
(2x)

-=- Kokane -=-
(Yeah) My nigga Mac Dre savin kite to me
He was into long pause
I was into hatchepe
Dont let it red
When we hook up we gonna have a fat sack
(Dont sell these raps like crack)
Nigga, I make big bread for the night time
For the sunny
Real gangters dont brang about money
Nigga, this game I look up to all day
Changin our name from the mafia to (?)
(Its like early mornin in the kitchen, cookin up dope on the grill)
Nigga, I keeps it real

-=- Chorus -=-
(4x)

Jeden strzał w policję
Pojmany został brat do świata zza krat
Cały magazynek wypal w gadzi zad
Nie zabijesz więzi, która trwała od lat / x2

Ulica nadała mi kierunek
Bruk wyznaczył mi tempo
Ja i paru gości z niewyparzoną gębą
Cieszą się z wolności
Jadą mendom
Od lat oświetlamy was jak przejść przez życie
Z najmniejszą skalą odjebanych lat
Od...

As I look up at the sky,
I wonder why my momma always cried,
Was it for how fast we lived and died?
Or because we never got our piece of the pie?
Busting at the seams, The American Dream,
Like Meth said Cream, Boulevard...

(Rah-Digga)
I be the worst like Nick
To all them mc thugs
Like them 4 little kids
And the teacher gettin plugged
I don t give a fuck style
Tell me come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin moet wit 2...

Quando l amicizia
ti attraversa il cuore,
lascia un emozione
che non se ne va.

Non so dirti come,
ma succede solo
quando due persone
fanno insieme un volo.
Che ci porta in alto,
oltre l altra gente,
come fare un salto
nell immensità.
E non c è distanza,

Love on the telephone

Monday, Tuesday, three days and more
Pretty soon you don t know anymore
Friday, the sixth day, Saturday seems late
Don t know how much longer I can wait

Ooh, could ya wait til I get home
Ooh, we need to be alone...