| 作词 : Jones, Mosley, Stevens ... | |
| Righteous people be knowin what i be doin is protect my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, that's right, uhh, my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot (beyatch) my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot (beyatch) | |
| On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh | |
| Verse one: e-40 | |
| Major loot, seriously niggaz don't wanna dispute | |
| Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain't know the time | |
| I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute | |
| Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot) | |
| I got dog poop crank yes i pollute | |
| Leave the whole block fully unrecouped | |
| I'm like a record company, givin out advancements | |
| Get my money back, by any circumstances | |
| My million dollar spot, not to mention | |
| Drive through service, church's chicken | |
| A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do' | |
| Just in case i gotta throw away my yole | |
| Bars around the house, bars around the window | |
| Dope around the corner, broken down pinto | |
| You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops | |
| My million dollar spot... beyatch! | |
| Chorus: 2pac (with singing in background) | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Haha, my million dollar spot bigger | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Get my mother****in cash on | |
| You know how we do it out here in california, beatch! | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Verse two: 2pac | |
| It was, more than just a dream for me | |
| To be the king it seems i need a killer team to get the green for me | |
| Hit the scene clean in my chevy, now i'm ready for trouble | |
| Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble | |
| Faded visions of me as a timer | |
| Though marijuana clouds my vision i'm still watch for drama, ha-ha | |
| They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us | |
| Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers | |
| Feds can't comprehend my ghetto slang, so i evade | |
| And plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main | |
| Help me if i fall, can i ball for life | |
| A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like | |
| I wanna rise keep my eyes open | |
| Witness mother****ers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin | |
| Any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish | |
| To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga | |
| Chorus: 2pac (singing in background) | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| In my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Get your money nigga! **** the cops, in my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot | |
| Gimme all your mother****in money all money good money | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Hear me, get money nigga! | |
| Verse three: b-legit | |
| Nuttin but the mother****in hog in me | |
| Hit the hillside trapped with thirty-six o-z's | |
| Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love | |
| Now nigga don't make me get these burner gloves | |
| I got the whole block jumpin like the mardi gras | |
| Nothin but a dope fiend party y'all | |
| I'm lovin this game, it's my favorite sport | |
| Come short get burnt with the newport | |
| I'm in the four-oh, and 'pac came to see me | |
| Smobbin in a nine-six drop rose bentley, shit be | |
| Caution for these niggaz on the ocean | |
| A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion | |
| Bossin hopin fede-ral thieves don't raid | |
| Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades | |
| I'm tryin to get paid, all about my lucci | |
| Now bitch put this mother****in key in your coochie | |
| Outro: e-40 | |
| Mother****ers hoe hard! | |
| Ya understand that? mother****ers hoe hard! | |
| We got shit jumpin off on every spot | |
| We got crank methamphetamines | |
| Dope for ass to get yo' cash, mother****er | |
| We got big pimpin, ya understand | |
| We got solicitin, ya know | |
| We got all kind of shit, prostitution | |
| It don't stop | |
| Mother****er tryin to just get his cash on the mother****in | |
| Million dollar spot, beyatch! | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| That's right, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Righteous people know what i be doin be protectin my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot, my million dollar spot beyatch! |
| zuo ci : Jones, Mosley, Stevens ... | |
| Righteous people be knowin what i be doin is protect my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, that' s right, uhh, my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot beyatch my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot beyatch | |
| On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh | |
| Verse one: e40 | |
| Major loot, seriously niggaz don' t wanna dispute | |
| Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain' t know the time | |
| I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute | |
| Shit can get stanky like a poot like a poot | |
| I got dog poop crank yes i pollute | |
| Leave the whole block fully unrecouped | |
| I' m like a record company, givin out advancements | |
| Get my money back, by any circumstances | |
| My million dollar spot, not to mention | |
| Drive through service, church' s chicken | |
| A buabucket full of acid by the do' | |
| Just in case i gotta throw away my yole | |
| Bars around the house, bars around the window | |
| Dope around the corner, broken down pinto | |
| You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops | |
| My million dollar spot... beyatch! | |
| Chorus: 2pac with singing in background | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Haha, my million dollar spot bigger | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Get my mother in cash on | |
| You know how we do it out here in california, beatch! | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Verse two: 2pac | |
| It was, more than just a dream for me | |
| To be the king it seems i need a killer team to get the green for me | |
| Hit the scene clean in my chevy, now i' m ready for trouble | |
| Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble | |
| Faded visions of me as a timer | |
| Though marijuana clouds my vision i' m still watch for drama, haha | |
| They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us | |
| Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers | |
| Feds can' t comprehend my ghetto slang, so i evade | |
| And plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main | |
| Help me if i fall, can i ball for life | |
| A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like | |
| I wanna rise keep my eyes open | |
| Witness mother ers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin | |
| Any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish | |
| To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga | |
| Chorus: 2pac singing in background | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| In my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Get your money nigga! the cops, in my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot | |
| Gimme all your mother in money all money good money | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Hear me, get money nigga! | |
| Verse three: blegit | |
| Nuttin but the mother in hog in me | |
| Hit the hillside trapped with thirtysix oz' s | |
| Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love | |
| Now nigga don' t make me get these burner gloves | |
| I got the whole block jumpin like the mardi gras | |
| Nothin but a dope fiend party y' all | |
| I' m lovin this game, it' s my favorite sport | |
| Come short get burnt with the newport | |
| I' m in the fouroh, and ' pac came to see me | |
| Smobbin in a ninesix drop rose bentley, shit be | |
| Caution for these niggaz on the ocean | |
| A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion | |
| Bossin hopin federal thieves don' t raid | |
| Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades | |
| I' m tryin to get paid, all about my lucci | |
| Now bitch put this mother in key in your coochie | |
| Outro: e40 | |
| Mother ers hoe hard! | |
| Ya understand that? mother ers hoe hard! | |
| We got shit jumpin off on every spot | |
| We got crank methamphetamines | |
| Dope for ass to get yo' cash, mother er | |
| We got big pimpin, ya understand | |
| We got solicitin, ya know | |
| We got all kind of shit, prostitution | |
| It don' t stop | |
| Mother er tryin to just get his cash on the mother in | |
| Million dollar spot, beyatch! | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| That' s right, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Righteous people know what i be doin be protectin my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot, my million dollar spot beyatch! |
| zuò cí : Jones, Mosley, Stevens ... | |
| Righteous people be knowin what i be doin is protect my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, that' s right, uhh, my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot beyatch my million dollar spot | |
| My million dollar spot, on the block bring it hot beyatch | |
| On the spot, my million dollar spot, uhh | |
| Verse one: e40 | |
| Major loot, seriously niggaz don' t wanna dispute | |
| Mysteriously a nigga die, when you play this game and ain' t know the time | |
| I suck the life out your ass by pushin mute | |
| Shit can get stanky like a poot like a poot | |
| I got dog poop crank yes i pollute | |
| Leave the whole block fully unrecouped | |
| I' m like a record company, givin out advancements | |
| Get my money back, by any circumstances | |
| My million dollar spot, not to mention | |
| Drive through service, church' s chicken | |
| A buabucket full of acid by the do' | |
| Just in case i gotta throw away my yole | |
| Bars around the house, bars around the window | |
| Dope around the corner, broken down pinto | |
| You can tell who got the mail who got the biggest chops | |
| My million dollar spot... beyatch! | |
| Chorus: 2pac with singing in background | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Haha, my million dollar spot bigger | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| Get my mother in cash on | |
| You know how we do it out here in california, beatch! | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Verse two: 2pac | |
| It was, more than just a dream for me | |
| To be the king it seems i need a killer team to get the green for me | |
| Hit the scene clean in my chevy, now i' m ready for trouble | |
| Count my rocks, set up shop, collect my fetti and bubble | |
| Faded visions of me as a timer | |
| Though marijuana clouds my vision i' m still watch for drama, haha | |
| They got me crossed tryin to be the boss, no one can stop us | |
| Niggaz dream of six figures, handle our business in choppers | |
| Feds can' t comprehend my ghetto slang, so i evade | |
| And plot and plan a life of better thangs, all about my chedder main | |
| Help me if i fall, can i ball for life | |
| A half a key in my drawers, bein cautious like | |
| I wanna rise keep my eyes open | |
| Witness mother ers die with they eyes open, my niggaz rise smokin | |
| Any busta bitch tryin to stop my wish | |
| To have a million dollar spot gettin riches, nigga | |
| Chorus: 2pac singing in background | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| In my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Get your money nigga! the cops, in my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| We got rocks, coke and hops, in my million dollar spot | |
| Gimme all your mother in money all money good money | |
| Bring it on the block, million dollar spot | |
| Hear me, get money nigga! | |
| Verse three: blegit | |
| Nuttin but the mother in hog in me | |
| Hit the hillside trapped with thirtysix oz' s | |
| Serve nothin but doves, no twat no love | |
| Now nigga don' t make me get these burner gloves | |
| I got the whole block jumpin like the mardi gras | |
| Nothin but a dope fiend party y' all | |
| I' m lovin this game, it' s my favorite sport | |
| Come short get burnt with the newport | |
| I' m in the fouroh, and ' pac came to see me | |
| Smobbin in a ninesix drop rose bentley, shit be | |
| Caution for these niggaz on the ocean | |
| A sip of the potion now your nigga be in motion | |
| Bossin hopin federal thieves don' t raid | |
| Catch me with a glock and a box of grenades | |
| I' m tryin to get paid, all about my lucci | |
| Now bitch put this mother in key in your coochie | |
| Outro: e40 | |
| Mother ers hoe hard! | |
| Ya understand that? mother ers hoe hard! | |
| We got shit jumpin off on every spot | |
| We got crank methamphetamines | |
| Dope for ass to get yo' cash, mother er | |
| We got big pimpin, ya understand | |
| We got solicitin, ya know | |
| We got all kind of shit, prostitution | |
| It don' t stop | |
| Mother er tryin to just get his cash on the mother in | |
| Million dollar spot, beyatch! | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| That' s right, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Uhh, for ya knot, my million dollar spot | |
| I can take a chance, i could live in cans | |
| My million dollar spot, my million dollar spot | |
| Bring it on the block, my million dollar spot | |
| Righteous people know what i be doin be protectin my peoples | |
| Million dollar spot, my million dollar spot beyatch! |
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