Total Auto lyrics

[Intro]
"Now, love and money do not mix."

Pope John Paul II, rest in peace
That was a good dude
He took a bullet and didn't even complain

[DJ Quik]
I've been closer to death than pallbearers
Mutual disrespect is the sum of all terrors
I'm smarter than Maxwell, you'll get 86'd
And 99 is not a problem, she's my b*tch
Baby mama named S--, she got a foul scent
Get swiss cheese like 50 but she won't get a Cent
I'm sayin' different sh*t that you n*ggas ain't used to
The sh*t you can f*ck, smoke, and drink your juice to
In South Cali, from Watts up to the valleys
I'm a Manhattan a lot, shoppin' in the alley
And I didn't really get the props a player deserves
'Cause I'm a country talkin' city boy with balls and nerves
Who - swerves in a sports car, two seats, no friend
Two feet on the gas pedal, burn the whole street
Police line-up, mugshot with a jheri curl
Bad since the '80s, f*ckin' all the ladies
Sometimes bareback, sometimes with a rubber
And my di*k still works, I'm a lucky motherf*cker
Let the top down, shut the shop down
Pull up to them stupids that hate you and just clown
All the way around, hit the block on three tires
You ain't gon' be here that long, n*gga, so set a fire
Roll that blunt up, put that gun up
Party like you dyin' and you tryin' to get done up
One last time, every night 'til the sun up
If livin' keeps you livin' have a drink, keep the fun up
'Cause life is shorter than a nipple on a midget
So I'd rather be mackin' shorties, gettin' a smidgin'
And pimpin', I was helpin' n*ggas like it ain't sh*t
Now that a player want his money back, these n*ggas wanna split
But you dirty n*ggas is cursed, you under a spell
I could give more of these tapes away than Suga Free sells
What the hell, that's dirty water under the bridge
I just hope the pimp ain't out here havin' ugly kids
I forgive you dirty n*ggas, yeah f*ck what you did
You wasn't sh*t to begin with, that's what I'll end with
I got this other homie, I'mma call him Napoleon
A born loser, f*ckin' groupies all in the colon
I can't give you nothin' 'cause you lie like a perm
And you ain't black, you be passin' for the tequila worm
And Donzelle Ru, a true Piru?
Can't nobody f*ck yo' baby mamma like he do
Bootlegged "All Eyez On Me" before it came out
Then Lip socked you in yo' head, all yo' b*tch came out
n*ggas wanted you stuck, Jack tried to warn me
You wasn't my homie, you was only out to harm me
You wanna preach God sellin' weed on the side
You just a has-been gangsta hitchin' a ride, you bum
I ain't name droppin' just for keepin' the hustlin' poppin'
I ain't ass kissin' and I ain't on a crash mission
I just ain't bout bein' burnt, chillin' on the oceans current
Keepin' away from n*ggas who say they down but really weren't
The only n*gga in my family with talent
I'm a prince and I'm dope 'cause I'm funky and gallant
Gallant meanin' I like b*tches and like f*ckin' with fashion
Lookin' for jeans with pockets deep enough for my cash, man
I'm legendary, I ain't bitin', I empathise
Nothin' I can despise more then a hater, faggots die
I do what I wanna do, you do what I want you to
Now beat it n*gga, before I give you what's comin' to you
"I want what's coming to me."