(kurupt & el drex) Ach, ka-nelk, ka-chica, Sub (uh yeah, one two) Mmm, haha, we headed up there baby the limit(yeah) Way up in the sky Once in a You only get one chance, one (you like shit) One chance to And then over
Check it, from catchin buses and Pen and in the lav genuine drafts and no cash I the first and I'll be damned if I'm the last drive, clay courts from cliffs to az
El wassup how you feel me I'm chill But I'm still tryin to a mill inside sharon hill where I stand I see it's time to expand To lands for hundreds of grands and white sands
You it's about that time set and prepare your rhymes Start off and a little after nine, n grind Sexual, young a whole lot of life to live, just a child
El It's 2-5-2-5 town of shit You can call a sharon hill and a dogg be shit I wouldn't break bad if you come from out of I'm down by law and I'm from tha deuce pound
Having to living in the life Got to stay alive living in the to survive Living in the
El Yo, so how you it, you want silence or violence Plus, me and my shine like the n on new balance The talent where girls fly They hopin champagne gets pop and it stop jealous cat cut g's keroodle with top We can cruise the city block yachts Y'all niggaz worse the cops
Before I smoke, I tote my tote A fool or here sneakin bulls red bulls Me k-i-d, the mc >from the hill, got my top by a tree On the hill, too young to one all about rhymes and fair ones Show me the mic and like a flair gun Don't shove me or me, I give sucka punches Now the deal
El You sucka cats be wildin and wanna now And pull the tool now why can't we keep it on the now I make a new route to get my crew out my no doubt And when school out, it probably when the album's due out And when you see me, the cream from my ooze out Forever and winner and never lose out
(el drex): Tell me do you remember (yeah, I remember when) When park (yeah, I remember back then) Sneakin in the firehouse, the fun (next week, instead of then) And I'm be sneakin See back in the day, it was all flows Coolin out the t-la and mic stroll I go next door to see my man bang Sneak in the basement, sips of ing bing I all right, I could rock all night No plots and schemes, just million dollar Money like a mothafucka homie gimme paid I come stompin a parade, the escapade Psychotic anolyisis as I consume a whole of mushrooms We sight, the day lights like the night A full of franklin's, a g's paradise A nice 40 of o-e on ice Precise poetical on mics
El Well, it's the el baby, baby the el baby The one that rocks you so well baby Many brains I feed, another thought Yes indeed drex ya will make yo body bleed The intellectual seed, knowledge be growin weeds Money stash from crack, you can't the speed I'm a rap fiend, they gleams the head of carene I'm extreme but never fade like jeans, I mean I see more than builders, feel this dilga enthrill ya Stay tough like and that's on the for real-a Pop dukes will call me killer with ease The world will spend a million g's savin mc's Now you got mad love for raffi I'm in knee deep and peace the bull and me Kurupt: to my kel el, escoball, what all up in this piece
Chorus: (to end kurupt talking) El drex: little town of shit You can call a hill and a dogg be town shit I wouldn't break bad if you come out of town 'cause I'm by law and I'm from tha deuce pound Deuce pound deuce pound deuce deuce pound A town with no And when we the mic we formally rock the nation