2 The Double R

Lyrics

[Intro] To the double R all my time is given To the double R To the to the to the double R All the double R To the to the double R [Verse 1 Coolio Da'unda'dogg] 9-2 man 91 was a long one A sad one, a bad one Or should i say a wrong one The Mac got killed Bitches got pilled and shit Jacking stacking a fat Packing a gatt Wearing silk n' shit Times got crazy nigga's went wild Or recession just depressing You thing i give a fuck child please Am trying to get my G's Every night on my knees Praying before i get my Z's Cause at ease ain't how am feeling Am ready for the killing So i get me an O-Z and start dope dealing Rocks to the fiend Then me n' the crew fell out I got the hell out quick Thinking my mamma did i bell out, shit Am stuck like chuck mad as fuck And Down on my luck So a nigga know he gotta come up Be strong and move along So ding dong down But i ain't going out So i'm about the come around To my senses nigga No longer a senseless nigga I got defences nigga Thats get my riches Pulling my bitches Telling the crew i love em' fool Living a life And giving a try to shop? Because they hella cool My nigga got locked up and also got jocked But shit these days create crazy ways I guess it's california livin' So to the diggity double R Nigga all my fucking time is given [Verse 2 Mac Dre] Yea coolio i know times are ruff Steady on the grind cause theres never enough Motherfuckers jacking and they blame it on me Got my motherfucking peoples even thinking it me Attorney bills take a big chunk of my bank To get through the day i keep fucking with dank On the crest side streets all day i strive Often drifting of reminiscing of mic Hoes on my dick like rats on cheese Am steady saying no She steady saying please Six foot one Slim and fly Love slanging that j-i-m-m-y Ya put the D to the I to the C to the K And thats all you get from young mac ass dre The lyrical rap speaking Never be getting weaken Continue to spit the pimping shit And keep the fans peaking The Twenty-four and then some Cock am always in some Love to spit a rap Shoot some craps and try to win some Cold cash money Some mothafucking duckets Sometimes I roll lit Sometimes a ride a bucket Got a cuddy named truck-it I make the hoe's suck it Don't jerk jerk jerk it, I fuck fuck fuck it Keep my pants cuffed, my zig zags stuffed The riggity romp life I could never get enough of Peep game and let the shit soak man I got the dope and I don't slang coke man Cold kicking it loving how im living And to the double R all my time is given