Legacy

Lyrics

[Intro: The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] The motherfuckin' saga continues Legacy - Like, G-Funk origins, like Livin' Like Hustlers Vocally Pimping in this Black Mafia Life, you feel me? Legacy - Yeah, Uncle Sam's Curse, the Time Will Reveal, we are Legends Legacy - Like, the original real nigga shit, Ruthless Our styles as juveniles, the real shit Guerrilla shit, we are all Black Superman And we come to get our money And we come to get our money I said we come to get our money Ice Cube, tell 'em [Verse 1: Ice Cube] It's the man, it's the myth, it's the flow, it's the gift It's the flick of this wrist, make the dope so quick Make you hoes so sick, make a nigga go get Have to down a whole fifth, for I fuck a old bitch Keep this mutherfucker lit, umbrella when I spit Helen Keller to your shit, a nigga bailin' with your bitch You can't tell a nigga shit, but you can tell a nigga rich The all-pro, fuck ton-to, its Geronimo Chop down, Tomohawk Swoop down like I'm a hawk With 2 bitches ridin' on my dick, like Noah's Ark Trick, if you wanna start, fired up like Jonavar Mutherfuckers in my yard 'cause I'm known for goin' hard [Skit: The D.O.C. & Cold 187um] Legacy, yes sir Who, me? I am the D into the O into the C From Pomona, to Hub City, to Long Beach, to Watts They know the Doc, nigga All the way back down to the triple D FW, Dallas, Texas [?] what's up with that Yeah, yo, y'all got do Legacy, like it's the money, man (Whoo) [Verse 2: Cold 187um] See up in the round the world homie and I-I-I Keep the thang out of the seat I see you bitch, and it goes a lullaby I stay in kill mode It is gonna be critical when the chopper unload Don't give me a reason to put your life on pause Stay out the way of a real nigga Stay in your lane nigga, play your part I give a fuck about your situation Give a fuck about your hood Your homies are your reputation Listen clear as I spit it in your ear Turn it up in your Beats by Dre, I rule L.A It's the B-L-A-C-K-G-O-D-F-A-T-H-E-R Burn up in a double aura Still bringin' horror, still dippin' in Impala's Still Above the Law, pop a tag, still poppin' collars Still gettin' dollars, droppin' knowledge Want a drink, want a marijuana [Outro: The D.O.C.] Cold 187, on they ass DJ Total Chaos, KMG, R.I.P The motherfuckin' illustrator Go Mac with the motherfuckin' sack My niggas, my Gods I love you