Many Styles

Lyrics

[Verse] Why won't she? Why won't she? One day she gon' see she got me lonely Those are words you'll never hear from us You didn't know it's pimpin' over here with us? Oh, what a hit we made, never givin' a bitch a break Sippin' on them vintage grapes, police we quick to shake Pedal to the metal, never hit the brakes Smokin' hella weed, no sticks or shakes Smoke with hella niggas, I instigate Dumpin' on niggas, I hit and skate Fans, they picture-take, yo man's thеy pimpatrate I'ma take all the monеy the ho make She gon' keep it comin', man, and don't wait I don't fake, I don't hate when I put my voice on tape Everybody go so stupid dumb Everybody say, "Man, here he come" Like 1-5-1 Bacardi Rum, Dre gon' get the party dumb Always got bomb for the lung And when the police come, man, I run Yoking something, dosing something Smoking something, Syko make them hoes sing