Hang on, hang on 'Cause it's the little things Yes, it's the little things that do us harm I'm not a stranger, ain't a mystery When we both get it wrong
turned on the SpectraVision, And I'm just about to eat That little chocolate mint on my pillow That I love so very, very much, When suddenly there's a knock on
job, 'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle
the Lord, there's guns like the audience You put on a show, my 40 clearly applauds Sittin' fifth row, I might appear to be bored Plotting on a Kanye
forgot, let you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin' on the Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on
Kansas City open Juan got that shit to Quincy Jones through a chick named Mona Three days later Q called us back and it was on Q told us to wait on
, my nigga Don Juan Damn, been knowin' you for a long time, nigga We did a lot of shit together, man on this music tip, man Beautiful shit we did, dog
on my bitch back while i hit it i done been there done that had beefs and won that 5 million records on one plaque i hung that still got dr.dre lowridin
way? A knock came on the door while you were looking for work The man who had the shotgun went completely berserk I'm very glad you trained your little dog
they talk to me like enow and everyday Axin' me what's up with eazy Or dr. dre, yo did he marry miss she'ly? Or did the d.o.c get his voice back, And
End Masters, Flowing Staggers On Bars Nigga Stay Mad Cause His Swagger`s On Mars Y`all Niggas Ain`t Thinking We Callng Y`all Tards Claim You Want War, Okay, On
, just another homicide Yeah it's me so I'ma talk on Stompin on the 'Eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your Compton hat, your locs And
we are the black gang free shye mother fuckers! (he wears a red bandana) [chorus] on the front of murder dog (he wears a) on the cover of the source
DR. MARK: Hear my voice through the dim. Feel the waves on your skin. Like a call from within, come back to me! Leave behind all you own. Tell your flowers
now I'm chillin down in Cali dont' have no money like Snoop Dog or Dr. Dre but I'm glad so say I think dat I'm on my way dey say dis click has No motherfuckin
you slide Let me ride, just another homicide Yeah it's me so i'ma talk on Stompin on the 'eazy'est streets that you can walk on So strap on your compton
Come on over---come on in Pull up a seat--take a load off your feet Come on over--come on in You can unwind--take a load off your mind Make a wish--make
m still cool wit Then I got these fake-ass niggaz I first drew with Claimin that they non-violent, talkin like they *voice sample* Spit venom in interviews, speakin on
