The Rules Lyrics

[Hook:]
"Y'all know the rules"

[Verse 1:]
California critical shit 12" inch
One strip so they eat up your whole compact disc
Los Angeles
Take they terrorists
Blond wave black fist incredible lyricist
In a never endin' quest to get rich
I hold a grip with time to breathe
More tricks up my sleeve than about forty thieves
With forty _ in a weed spot runnin' they tree
All money to me the 360 degree
Now we max and relax like cool breeze
But they all f*cked up in the street Avoidin' front page fame so I'm holdin' my heat
So low key that none of you niggas is knowin' me
In '98 I only see weed
Only we hopin' Allah see me
And only be left bless my family tree
Until 2000 but f*ck school like '83
Off Hennessy for all enemy
Lovin' dollars like all you gangstas love Impalas
Never put a bitch before your momma
Stay tuned
For the love hella right to 12 jewels
Nigga you know the rules

[Hook]

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