Paroles de Still me

(verse 1:)
Straight outta the motherfuckin pissy hallways in the projects
To park in a four door bentley on my set.
Same hood, same motherfuckin steps
I sat on and took the plastic off of "life after death"
Bangin, boning biggie biggie i did a 360
The aftermath for that is the nigga 50 aint wit me.
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me but nigga i spit real shit,
Like i'm comatose, tell the doc i'm sick
Before "detox", let me take my last chronic hit.
Now i am gangsta rap inhale the weed smoke
And coughed up five platinum plaques
So ima let the nigga dr. dre hit
Next time i have dreams of fuckin an r&b bitch (dreams of fuckin an r&b bitch)
I don't make love, i make hits.
I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this hip hop shit.

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Feels good
Gangsta

(verse 2:)
Im that six figure nigga
Who got the word from krs-one
And stole the blueprint from jigga
Niggas yellin game did this, game did that
Game aint do shit but bring the motherfuckin west coast back
I hear the whisperin goin on in the hood.
I sent a motherfuckin hallmark card to suge
That nigga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to hell wit them death threats
I'm already dead
I put the .38 revolver to my own fuckin head
Before i let the shit eat my conscience.
Aint a nigga in the world could tell me i can't come thru compton.
Before i retire my converse, i'll ride the train thru nyc with the terrorist bombers.
Somebody tell my mama i'm crazy.
Pop was a rolling stone so that makes me a crack baby.
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because i'm a motherfuckin feen for a dr. dre beat.

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