Too Much

歌詞

(Verse 1) I'm from the old hood, something like your hood Where niggas don't know good or know Sug But the blow good, so we rock it like Tracy McGrady Send it to Houston in a grey Mercedes I'm a product of my environment, grew up in the 80's So that mean me, Kanyeezy and Young Jeezy all crack babies And it's evident my flow is heaven-sent First LP on the same shelf as the veterans Nigga I can't be fucked like a lesbian I'm the hip hop, and cartoon is the mexicans (?) I'm a artist, never claimed to be the hardest Just number one since B.I.G. and 'Pac departed Nate ridin with me, Snoop ridin with me All you other niggas used to be good like Ken Griffey I'm on fire like the tip of a blunt On fire like a nigga that let it drip for a month I'm a blood, you can crip if you want Just let it bump like you got Scott Storch tied up in the trunk I'm the ice cream truck man Guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man Call me the front man (Chorus) (The Game) Too much Cris in the club not to get drunk Too many bitches in the world not to fuck Too much chronic in the studio not to roll it up And too much bass in the trunk So let it bump (Nate Dogg) You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares Grabbing her by the arm, cause she stare Don't know how much attention you pay You better be ready to die in this game (Verse 2) I thought I told you I'm done with the beef clown My son three now And I been watchin Dre so long I'm makin beats now Came on the rebound like Ben Wallace in the D-Town I mean Chi-town, fuck it, it can go down Nigga, I spit the whole round like four plus four pounds This the wild wild west, call it a showdown I'm Billy the Kid till they split my wig I come back from the dead tell 'em to kill me again Put my head on the barrel dare a nigga to shoot me I'm gansta, took more shots than Tooky (?) I'm alive, so I'ma take a Patron shot for Tooly (?) Roll a California blunt and keep watchin a movie Inspired by this gang banger shit since I was two I brought the West Coast back, what the fuck you do? I'm the ice cream truck man Guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man Call me the front man (Chorus) (Verse 3) Drive fast, both hands on the dash Close both of your eyes and hope that you don't crash This is lyrical homicide, both airbags out Roll the fuckin windows down, let the bass out Niggas, drop the top for whatever you in Bitches, let your ponytail blow in the wind Inhale the chronic, blow out dollar signs, nigga You can drive a Bentley if only in your mind Four doors, leather and wood Ride like I got a horse stable under my hood And I keep a chrome 4-5 under my hood So if I die, nigga, bury me under my hood Who had the hottest bitch in the game wearin the chain Mr H to the Izzo, Nas and Hurricane Long as my family straight Read this at my wake I gave them The Documentary and they scraped the plate 20 magazine covers, nigga, look at his face I can not, will not, ever be replaced 'Cause I'm the ice cream truck man Guns in the trunk man Drugs in the trunk man Call me the front man (Chorus) (Nate Dogg) He wolfin a lot a shit, he looks scared You can't find your girl, she right here I'm not a bad dream, I'm a nightmare Besides there's way too many ho's in here