B-Real - If I Died Today lyrics

[Verse One] [B-Real]: If I died today, I'd have no regrets I did what I wanted as I repped my set I started as a rookie now I'm one of the best Only smoking the kush, never f**ing with stress Yeah I travelled the world, steady rocking the ma**es And I got you all jumping and you're moving your a**es So when I'm gone, don't scatter my ashes Just put 'em in a bong, take a hit and pa** it If I had to do it over I would do it the same Cause winning and losing is a part of the game f** it Pa** me the mary jane Cause they don't understand we living off the chain Live life in the fast lane, back in the day Didn't care about a f**ing thing you had to say You ever try to test me, go on and pray Just know that I'm a crazy motherf**er from around the way [Hook]: "I'm a crazy motherf**er from around the way" - N.W.A. 'Gangsta Gangsta' [Verse Two] [Apathy]: I ain't new school, but too cool to follow them trends Kinda old school, I paid dues with all of my friends And I ain't got a mohawk or tight jeans to fit in Or a fitted with a sticker on the brim are you kidding? You couldn't pay me to switch I rock the craziest kicks It's like you s**ers just discovered that the 80's exist I take my ladies on trips, on Scandinavian ships Romantic a**hole, like "You looking radiant b**h." Try to play me and switch? I'll introduce your face to my fist Like bow bow, till your cranium drips Got valuable phlem, that's why these people pay me to spit You trying to question the god? You on some athiest sh**? Well I suggest you drop to your knees and pray to me quick A.P. exists, even priests play me in whips It's like puking in public, son I'm blatently sick And there ain't really nothing more to say, that's basically it [Hook]: "I'm a crazy motherf**er from around the way" - N.W.A. 'Gangsta Gangsta' [Verse Three] [Young De]: I'm in a zone This right here ain't no clone I am the originator of what you hear up in these songs Pocket Full Of Stones, on my U.G.K. sh** Top 5, dead or alive, they some of my favorites And I had to summon all of my patience Cause working a 9 to 5 is like a modern day slaveship Decided the graveshift is where I make it So I took it to the pavement and whipped it up like cake mix You're suppose to speak on, the streets that you be on But don't talk about what you know, you don't belong You're still searching for that shoulder to lean on It's few and far between all the people that you seen fall Real talk I'm fresh off tour Fresh off a who*e, that might be yours I barely remember the night before When I grip the mic I strike with a lightening force [Hook]: "I'm a crazy motherf**er from around the way" - N.W.A. 'Gangsta Gangsta'