Mr. Lee - You're Everything lyrics

[Intro: Ice Cube] Shouts out to my sons You know what I mean O.M.G., Oh My Goodness And my other son, Doughboy Puttin' it down man It's a family affair baby [Verse 1: OMG] O-M-G, you know the name [?] got flame These n***as, they want no pain That is why they fear my reign Some n***as, they be so lame They should never rap again From their neck, they all shall hang Call your boss, get back your chain But I make it do what it do They make it rain, then I'm a monsoon Me, elephant in the room We stay on that click-clack-boom Got a bad b**h in my room Lara Croft, I raid her tomb She no say that she with you Movie love, she's coming soon Hundred thousand for my j**els Necklace out here, eyes and [?] Panties dropping, [?] fools Then I throw up that W You n***as is dummies, dude But you n***as funny too I want the top, you want it too? But how can you be hungry, fool? I swear [?] you can't touch me Unless your first name is Nicki Can't be the [?] I keeps it [?], you with Chung Lee Shout out to pops and the dub-c Lench Mob ho, who the f** want beef? Make you lay down on concrete Chalk you out right on the street O-M-G, I am a beast Have your career between my teeth k** you, give your family grief But the game, they sigh relief As of now, don't give a f** You n***as beneath my Chucks If you trying to see what's up We right here b**h, push your luck Y'all ain't f**ing with the team Without LeBron, we squeeze that heat Y'all know Kobe can't be beat Might as well just say three-peat Yo, Bun-B this sh** is cold But I need this sh** from you, big bro Time to let these n***as know The west coast back up on these hoes Dodges [?] white tees, 6-4's On the boulevard b**h, n***a check the spokes Arena's all filled up with smoke What you expect, it's the west coast The ball is back in our court now I can hear them gun sounds now No more videos for a while Keep your sh** up in your town I know you n***as very well Get played cause you know [?] No more my n***a, that's it In 2012, no more whack sh** But if you throw up the dub You might get some Cali love But if you fake about who you was Then we Chris Breezy, put them dueces up [Interlude Sample ?] Hating a** n***as might as well save your breath I ain't go time for you, I'm just trying to save the west If you catch me out in Houston, then you know I'm staying fresh Gold cup, purple drank, I'ma [?] until the d**h [Verse 2: OMG] Lench Mob, get down or lay down What you n***as got to say now? Sorry, but we have no time Thank you everyone, good night Spark that sh** up in the air For the California heir From H-Town up to L.A Lench Mob f** with UGK [Sample: Bun B] This that major moment you've been waiting on for too long This that major moment, this that major moment This-this that major moment you've been waiting on for too long [Sample 2: Bun B] Three wheel motion on my Buick Park Ave [Sample 3: Bun B] This that major moment you been waiting on for too long [Sample 4: Bun B] Three wheel motion on my Buick Park Ave