Lyrics: Up-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (the gods, the gods of the earth .. ..) Pass the family of shit So tell me what all smokin y'll What kind of heat now holdin is your creep move potent I have a couple of bullets and a bag of guns pass' em my niggaz c'mon We bi-Coastin got to keep our Po-liners Bulgin have the plan in motion I had a couple of balls and a lot of guns I pass' em my friends go Flappin Zoom, from outer space, erupted into the mouth with his hand on his gun Bitchesthe gums and it clappin shootin guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his nationality, race or religion? If he is Arab, black, Latin, Asian they read magazines say that I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants, but in reality I was just your galaxy September '73 in these wild streets Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (Damn) And my appeal got 'em Tearin my clothes Now you tell me what y'all holdin What kind of heat y'll Now smokinCreep move potent I have a few bullets and a bag of guns pass 'em my niggaz c'mon We bi-Coastin, keepin our Po-liners Bulgin have the plan in motion I got a few balls and got a lot of guns I pass' em my friends smoke c'mon my nigga with a lung If he cough he might die, Passin me trees The liquor bottle is almost empty, we are on a collision course with the enemy is the only way to die if it meant to be You fuckin with a general No discussion is the principle that the end is bustin...
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