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vita - big momma's theme lyrics

featuring treach (naughty by nature)

intro: treach
it’s time to throw your dubs up
time to tear da f-ckin’ clubs up
chronic 2 on the jersey set
for all you n-gg-z who ain’t heard me yet
we ride! chronic 2000. still smokin’ baby.

verse 1: vk
release the funkiness out of that chain
let’s see who remain
let’s see who got the mack with the irreputable indisputable brain,
well unquestionably it’s vk
holler mayday, i’m comin’ out to play, la la na na
yo, years wit’ papi cause i knew what i could do
it’s that, take the microphone and hold my own
against any crew cuz, all i live to do is this
flex my plex and release cres and layed back with the sticky buddhists
partna it don’t even make no sense to be percise
atomic lyrics h-ttin’ ya boots makin’ your fingaz drop the mic
handle your buisness,
who’s da first eye to eye witness or view the pain on the brain
and plus get put on my sh-t list
i’m takin’ bolders, slashin’ ’em
don’t forget about your wrists, i’m takin ’em pullin you
like you was a b-tch
huh, my sh-t is addictive like that sticky green chronic
had you lookin’ up in the sky, thinkin’ you bionic

hook: treach
it’s time to throw your dubs up
westside…
it’s time to tear da f-ckin’ clubs up
that’s right…
chronic 2 on the jersey set
eastside…
for all ya’ll n-gg-z who ain’t heard me yet
he’s right…

verse 2: treach
okay, black? dime blaze?, the new millenium
i got a d-ck to smack a b-tch and make her kitty c-m
f-ck wit dimes, plus i trickle wit’ the ghetto nickles
f-ck 5-0, i got a land with air-stolen missles
death row, and you thought this sh-t was shut down
f-ck you, you might see me, ‘pac and suge
buying weed from a chronic spot uptown
cuz n-gg-z ain’t dead, they fed, rollin’ wit jersey 30, 000
prophet n-gg-z is wildin’
cuz we da n-gg-z dat’ll jack yo -ss, smack yo -ss
take all yo -ss’s caps and cap yo -ss
you started f-ckin’ wit da beast from the east
? baz? from the west,? from the south, and nothin’ less from the midwest
like next i’m too close on two coasts,
numero uno, it’s khujo, b-tch you know
on the side that’ll sn-tch a snitch, catch yo b-tch
wrap a kix, then smack yo rick

hook: (2 times)

verse 3: vk
why try, i came to get a glimpse of yo whole clan off
but for yo rapidness, so woman to man, it stands off
i want the cultural girl for you but the zhory stacks ran off
ima make the world see what i already saw
me gaze switchin’ the gang now i be a legit baller
we could go straight up or we could switch it to sesaw

i spray gats, so no love, with the power to sure improve
you pray for my destruction, i execute the plan that you used
i don’t care who you send, no one is equivelent
i took your sh-t now you look annerexic on thin thin
death row ain’t finished
so now you must be the antiwitness
leaft diminishin’
come up on a hustler
climbin’ ya
rippin’ ya by ya juggler, disconect yo mainframe
and disrespect ya like i punted ya
mad atcha, unleash your? disbecatin’? death row gat atcha
livin’ wit the sai, its the one that’s gonna get back at ya

hook: 2x

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