San Antonio 2004
If it was up to me, you motherfuckers would stop coming up to me with your hands out, like you want something free. When my last CD was out, you wasn’t bumping me. But now that I got this new company, everybody want to come to me, like it was some disease! But you won’t get a crumb from me, 'cause I’m from the streets of Compton. I told 'em all, all them little gangstas, who you think helped mold 'em all? Now you all running round talking 'bout guns like I ain’t got none. What, you think I sold 'em all? 'Cause I stay well off? Now all I get is hatemail all day saying Dre fell off. What? 'Cause I been in the lab, with a pen and a pad, trying to get this damn label off? I ain’t having that. This is the millennium of aftermath. It ain’t gonna be nothing after that, so give me one more platinum plaque and fuck rap you can have it back.
So where’s all the mad rappers at? It’s like a jungle in this habitat. But all you savage cats knew that I was strapped with gats when you were cuddling the cabbage patch.
Go to Tournaments and Events and check for tourney infos and stuff. Word, San Antonio is on, slice.