never understand Reason why, I may never comprehend How could I know that is how love is made? So I cry, how could this have happened again? Chorus: Oooh Love, Hold On
the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin
is ours Now we coast together, put our thoughts together Won't question will we die together 'Cause the hour is soon to come Kadafi trained soldier, I show you how
nine in the mornin' by night it just plastic How you do that, I call it dope boy magic I'm fresh ta death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you
Clock two on da road on this 12 O'Clock, I love my brother to death That old hip-hop, catch this Hot Nix', you know? Big tits I love my brother to death
, silence equals death, science versus life, until there's only giant people left. this is for the losers, this is for canadians, this is for my sister, this is
lye watching time fly, waiting for death Dear God I been feeling like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smoking trees Keep my eyes on
audience loves me. And I love the audience and they love me for loving them. And I love them for loving me. And we jus to love each other. That's because
safe approach for living We each know our own fate We know from our youth, how to be treated How we'll be received, how we shall end These things don
wheel spinnin One sip a minute is represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead or alive we riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the G's ride Two
fat on the cheeks I was getting open, started laughing and joking We weed smoking, stroking, the shorty's spoke and Said what the deal is, the realness My man is
wild wheel spinnin One sip a minute is represented for five minutes Two of the livest wanted dead or alive We riders inventers because we ain't quiet and watch the g's ride Two
make you cock-eyed, and my flow is lethal Grow on sight, swallowin' peroxide Dudes try to kill the sire, due that Get put on the floor like wheels in
And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they get faded L.A. is where I'm speakin
came and uh They say we joyce in death but the pain Best believe my first boy gon' be blessed wit your name All that's left is your face on the picture On
the G's ride Two of Amerikkkaz Most, straight out the West Coast Bow down fool, this is Death Row Been waitin way too long, bust out the pen, now it's on
