Just because I dress like this doesn't make me a Communist



Got a crib with a studio and it's all full of tracks, to add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies, but ya'll think I'm gonna let my dough freeze, Ho Please
You better bow down on both knees
Who you think taught you to smoke trees?
Who you think brought you the oldies?
Eazy-E's, Ice Cube's, and D.O.C's, the Snoop D O double G's
And a group that said motherfuck the police?
 
A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor


'What have we become?'
Said the mother to her half-ton son
Chicken wings have replaced the thumb
That's what we've become
 
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Shall I mourn your decline with some thunderbird wine and a black handkerchief.
 

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