It's at your own...
It's at your own... It's at your own
It's at your own... It's at your own
It's at your own risk, sucker!Yo! Whassup? Yo... What's happenin', what's happenin'?
E-Swift, you cuttin' the records nice boy
DJ Pooh whassup man? We all chillin'
Yo, yo, J-Ro's in the house, we all cold coolin' out y'knahmsayin'?
And I'ma bust it off like this for ComptonWell, look who sprung up, comin' the fuck up
I came in the place to let you know what's up
With a bunch of trunk jewelery
Two or three fat gold chains, ring plates with my name on 'em
Yeah I rhyme fly, real fly Hobbes
I wear Nike's 'cause I run from the cops
Pops taught me lots he said
Songwriters
JORDAN, MARK S/MC BRIDE, ROGERPublished by
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