paroles de chanson
It
was
a
Saturday
night
on
the
streets
of
Cali
Threw
on
my
dope
silk
suit,
brushed
off
my
suede
Bally's
Threw
on
enough
gold
for
any
girl's
pleasure
Left
a
pound
and
a
half
of
that
shit
still
in
the
dresser
I
slapped
a
clip
in
my
nine,
threw
a
clip
in
my
sock
Pick
three
grand
up
off
the
dresser,
it
was
ten
on
the
dot
Now
my
beeper
started
beepin,
I
threw
that
shit
in
the
sink
I
didn't
need
it
no
more,
I
had
more
money
than
Brinks
See,
I
was
quittin
the
game
and
tonight
was
my
fling
You
see,
on
the
streets
they're
players
but
only
one
king
Now
that's
the
title
I
held
but
the
game
is
real
fast
You
gotta
get
in
and
get
out
if
you
expectin
to
last
Now
my
homeboy
Evil
was
downstairs
chillin
in
his
brand
new
Benz
I
had
many
adversaries
but
very
few
close
friends
We
broke
to
the
set,
E
parked
the
car
on
the
grass
High-signin
was
his
trademark
and
he
did
it
with
class
Hit
the
door
like
two
titans,
the
whole
jam
stopped
to
stare
And
as
we
walked
through
the
crowd
they
threw
bills
in
the
air
I
spied
my
man
Jazz
maxin
out
with
two
stone
cold
freaks
"Yo,
what's
up
Ice,
you
rich
now,
man,
you
too
good
to
speak?"
Now
Jazz
was
a
player
from
the
east
coast,
the
Bronx
He
was
known
to
be
hard
on
the
women
and
a
brother
he'd
stomp
Smack
a
bitch
in
a
minute,
some
say
just
for
fun
And
he
was
known
for
his
chrome-plated
pearl-handled
gun
"Yo
Ice,
you
my
brother
and
I
love
you
and
all
But
what's
up
with
that
six
g's
you
owe
me,
man
...'member
when
your
boys
took
that
fall?
And
I
posted
the
bail
cause
yo
ass
was
locked
up"
Evil
gave
Jazz
ten
g's
and
Jazz
shut
the
fuck
up
Just
then
I
saw
Donald-D
hit
the
front
door
More
gold
than
a
Aztec,
black
leather
he
wore
Hoes
grabbed
for
they
niggas
when
D
hit
the
set
Cause
what
Donald-D
wanted
is
what
Donald-D'd
get
Donald's
eyes
hit
mine
and
a
smile
crossed
his
face
Then
a
light
hit
his
ring
and
blinded
the
whole
goddamn
place
"Yo
Ice,
you
the
coolest
and
Evil,
you
mean
But
I
got
the
fliest
new
shit
rollin
off
gasoline"
Everyone
in
the
party
moved
quickly
outside
To
see
Donald-D's
ultimate
Superfly
ride
It
was
black,
it
was
low,
cost
twice
that
of
my
Porsche
A
Testarossa
Ferrari
- convertable
of
course
It
purred
like
a
jet,
"Yo
man,
I
bought
it
with
cash"
It
had
'Donald-D'
written
in
gold
on
the
dash
Then
out
of
nowhere
came
a
shot
across
the
street
I
felt
pain
in
my
chest
and
my
knees
got
weak
There
was
blood
on
my
hands
and
I
fell
to
the
ground
And
all
I
could
hear
was,
"Yo,
Ice
is
down!"
Somebody
had
shot
me
that
night
that
I
quit
The
night
that
I
ended
all
this
hustlin
playin
shit
It's
ironic
ain't
it,
the
night
I
retired
Would
be
the
same
night
that
my
whole
life
expired
1 New Jack Hustler (Nino's Theme)
2 Colors
3 Escape from the Killing Fields
4 Body Count
5 Fly By
6 Midnight
7 Ziplock
8 Hit the Deck
9 Shut Up, Be Happy
10 Sex
11 Pain
12 Peel Their Caps Back
13 Our Most Requested Record (Long Version)
14 Drama
15 Ricochet
16 Bitches 2
17 Ed
18 409
19 Freedom of Speech
20 Somebody Gotta Do It (Pimpin' Ain't Easy)
21 6 'N the Mornin'
22 O.G. Original Gangster
23 I’m Your Pusher
24 Home of the Bodybag
25 High Rollers
26 The Girl Tried to Kill Me
27 Make It Funky
28 You Played Yourself
29 Power
30 Lethal Weapon
31 The Tower
32 What Ya Wanna Do?
33 Straight Up Nigga
34 Mic Contract
35 This One's For Me
36 M.V.P.s
37 Pulse of the Rhyme
38 Lifestyles of the Rich and Infamous
39 Mind Over Matter
40 Now Sports
41 Girls L.G.B.N.A.F.
42 My Word Is Bond
43 Street Killer
44 Squeeze the Trigger
45 The House
46 Radio Suckers
47 Prepared to Die
48 I Love Ladies
49 Soul On Ice
50 Heartbeat
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