From city to city, valley to valley
Never seen another state on hit like Cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
Where Clint Eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
And only God knows when you punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or me
Locked in a cell or out on the street
Every day on the ave another brother is killed
For living way too real
Father Dom
Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a villian I be killing
Coke is it but tonight I got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so I swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out, I'm a punch you in your mouth
And Rin Tin I'll watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are fatter cause I said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
You ain't Deep Throat, so what you come here for
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt that's how I feel
Father Dom and the Playboy $hort, we're living way too real (echos)
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From city to city, valley to valley
Never seen another state on hit like Cali-
Fornia, where the hustlers play
What you wouldn't expect happens everyday
It's the Wild Wild West I'm speaking about
Where Clint Eastwood would get socked in the mouth
Cause ain't nobody tripping on ranks or stripes
If you live the life, you gotta pay the price
So many youngsters die over punk shit
Small talk, a lotta dumb shit
And only God knows when you punch the clock
Thought he was bulletproof and got shot
It's either heaven or hell, him or me
Locked in a cell or out on the street
Every day on the ave another brother is killed
For living way too real
Father Dom
Well I'm chilling and I'm willing like a villian I be killing
Coke is it but tonight I got the feeling
Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up
Pimping ain't a thing so I swing on these heifers
Never ever feeling no remorse, of couse
If you try to play me out, I'm a punch you in your mouth
And Rin Tin I'll watch his chin just splatter
Caught him with an uppercut, there goes his bladder
My rhymes are fatter cause I said so
I'm gonna recollect a neck, mic wreck check a hoe
I'm making more dough than the average Joe Schmoe
If she's fronting on the pussy then the hoe got to go
Out the back door, don't want to see you no more
You ain't Deep Throat, so what you come here for
Cause in the nine-tre ain't no lagging or dragging
Bring your ass over, get prepared for the stabbing
Ain't no doubt that's how I feel
Father Dom and the Playboy $hort, we're living way too real (echos)
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