| Lyrics: Bis-Mi-Allah A-Rahman A-Rahim (To the Gods.. to the Gods.. to the Earths) Pass that shit homey Now tell me what y'all smokin What kinda heat y'll holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Zoom, from outer space he comes Blunt in his mouth with his hand on his gun Bitches flappin they gums, do he be clappin and shootin guys Actor or a movie star, rapper revolutionized What is his race nation or creed? Is he Arabic, Black, Latin, Asian they read Magazines say I walked on water, talked to the heavens Spit at judges, stepped on peasants But in reality, I just entered your galaxy September '73, up in these wild streets Fuckin these wild freaks, a harem of hoes (God damn) And my mystique got 'em tearin my clothes Now tell me what y'all smokin What kinda heat y'll holdin Well is your creep move potent I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon We bi-coastin, keepin our po-ckets bulgin We got the plan in motion I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon My nigga smoke with one lung If he cough he might die, passin me trees The liquor bottle's almost empty We about to collide, with the enemy Only way you die if it's meant to be You fuckin with a general No discussion is the principle we bustin it's the end ... |
