"Virginia, where ain't shit to do but cook/Pack it up, sell it triple-price, fuck the books"
There's been so many times I prayed she'd pack her shit and...
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til, this is how...
"Here comes the Puba and you know I won't fake it/Usually bust records when gettin butt naked"
Got a team out in Louisville like Patino/Kill you in 88 minutes like Pacino
"In these times we gotta hustle cuz our pockets be hurt"
"Shawty like the way that I ball out/I be getting money til' I fall out"
P-Body returns to drops some unreleased 2Pac. R.I.P. Pac & Johnny J.
"So I threw the label on my back like WHOA!" WHOA!
"Cause niggas don't grind like me, they don't shine like me"
KIng Jerm puts on for his city. Again.
"But take yo time, guess who's the inspiration for the rhyme... my momma"
"Get yo 12 white folks and take that shit to trial bitch!"
"Never cooled off, T.I.P. scorchin'/Minimal injury, though they wishin' me maximum misfortune"
"This style is terror, drastic/Meltin' the plastic, and I eat mics just like acid"
"You might get fooled if you come from out of town/But I'm down by law, and I'm from the Dogg Pound"
"Drugs to your eardrum, the raw uncut/Have a nigga OD cause it's never enough"
To the girls and boys and people above/This is the time to fall in love
Dedicated to my oyes on broadway all day
The truth, nothing but the truth
It's a tad bit late. Nate Dogg and Warren G had to regulate
Buggin' out, buggin' out, buggin' out you're buggin' out
Want to survive, you better scramble like eggs and break fast