Producer: Dr. Dre
Song: “#PsychologicalDetoxification” #PreachersOfLA #DissRecord
Artist: Big Ron-Loc
Album: #HostileAndHungry6 (The Mixtape)
Producer: Dr. Dre
Verse 1
I can feel you pussy niggas looking at me sideways, bet the .50 cal strap will hit him from a block away
Automatic head shot any time me or my killers spray, god cross ya mind knock him off wile the nigga pray
Reverin I don’t think the Church gone save you, niggas selling dope while they mammas come pay you
Constantly war ing with devil cause I love GOD, I got it with the ones on earth who call they self taking charge
I really read the bible, I can see through you, put that choppa on his ass, really see through you
Label my kind with demons cause I never look or speak to you, Do him like he do the church Stick up and say the bills due
Muthafucka I don’t really wanna smoke you, Mind your crooked ass business and I’m a mind mine too
The same preacher told his crowd I had a foul mouth, was fucking my grand mamma inside my grandaddy house
While he was married to my auntie, Oh now I know why niggas ain't fucking with me, Waiting on me to turn around so they can stick a dagger in me, like the old neighbor you slept so close to, right there arms reach killers? what the fuck fool, Boss and black tone the only niggas on my album, Reallest niggas I know, a peace sign a count them loc, Subliminal ass nigga i ain't throwing punch lines, I point blank range RPG mine
Cause you never had beef in any city, mamma kept him so close, he talk his lips will touch her titty
I Bang Gangsta Rap like its the California card
You caught a dope case and everybody disappeared, You was snitching in a cell with a wire in it, Every body in the streets know been did it, He got his chest poked out acting like he feared
My own family shot and missed, Bet I won’t
Artist: Big Ron-Loc
Album: #HostileAndHungry6 (The Mixtape)
Producer: Dr. Dre
Verse 1
I can feel you pussy niggas looking at me sideways, bet the .50 cal strap will hit him from a block away
Automatic head shot any time me or my killers spray, god cross ya mind knock him off wile the nigga pray
Reverin I don’t think the Church gone save you, niggas selling dope while they mammas come pay you
Constantly war ing with devil cause I love GOD, I got it with the ones on earth who call they self taking charge
I really read the bible, I can see through you, put that choppa on his ass, really see through you
Label my kind with demons cause I never look or speak to you, Do him like he do the church Stick up and say the bills due
Muthafucka I don’t really wanna smoke you, Mind your crooked ass business and I’m a mind mine too
The same preacher told his crowd I had a foul mouth, was fucking my grand mamma inside my grandaddy house
While he was married to my auntie, Oh now I know why niggas ain't fucking with me, Waiting on me to turn around so they can stick a dagger in me, like the old neighbor you slept so close to, right there arms reach killers? what the fuck fool, Boss and black tone the only niggas on my album, Reallest niggas I know, a peace sign a count them loc, Subliminal ass nigga i ain't throwing punch lines, I point blank range RPG mine
Cause you never had beef in any city, mamma kept him so close, he talk his lips will touch her titty
I Bang Gangsta Rap like its the California card
You caught a dope case and everybody disappeared, You was snitching in a cell with a wire in it, Every body in the streets know been did it, He got his chest poked out acting like he feared
My own family shot and missed, Bet I won’t
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