RHCP Lyrics

Nigga, I just ran over my own foot, nigga chillin' though

I still remember we ain't get no gifts until December

Still a nigga thugging without members

She said I look better with my chains on

Lil' bitch wanna play around this shit just like December

Run em' down, doggy out the house, he gon' run around

If a nigga play with me, we chop em' down

We gon' through the night, we don't make no sound

Ali

Walk him down on broadway

You won't see it comin' just like Father's Day

You know what I say, though

I know she don't love me, but I'm bored to hell

Told my mama, she said, boy, you going to hell

Ain't that where my partners go, she said, how the fuck I know

I been callin' God, but I don't think he got a phone

So how the fuck I'm supposed to talk to my niggas now

Only talk, I hear the chopper when it makes a sound

Bitch, I love the spritzy, but that bitch can't be no muddy

I can't trust my left hand, how the fuck I trust your buddy