: A.L.T.] Let's get down to the nitty gritty It's a stone cold world and a even worse city And if you ever wanna trip I got a automatic doozy with a filled
homegirls but I?m Audi 5000 [Chorus: x4] dropped monte carlos, L? Dogs(???)and Caddy Coupes [Verse: 2] I got a friend named Alfa Romero Who rolled a Fiero with a
: x2] It?s a trip, betta not slip just a little story about a gloc 9 clip [Verse: 2] I?m the type of Vato that never had a good day I gotta watch
... ") [Verse 1: A.L.T.] I take you back in my past I used to live life fast And yo, it wasn't Shit to let the .38 blast I had it goin' on With the bitches
't remember what they said to make me out to be a hero Can't remember what he said God help me! Can't remember what he said Don't know, won't know (x12
a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence It was January 28th, he ain't been home since Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses Standing cold
some mammies heatting bags, reminiscing the L.A. and the Bonnie, Take it back they gave my n-gger life without parole, he didn't stay I can't spend night
Put a whoop on 'em (Ice cube, a.k.a. Don Mega) Put a whoop on 'em (A.k.a. poppa don) Put a whoop on 'em ((A.k.a. the big fish) Put a whoop on 'em ((A.
'em (ice cube, a.k.a. don mega) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. poppa don) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. the big fish) Put the whoop on 'em (a.k.a. brainiac
Whether you're in L.A., Sunny laid back L.A. Whether you're in New York, Comfort 'round your block. Whether you're in the U.K., Where the sky is dark
Whether you're in L.A., sunny laid back L.A Whether you're in New York, comfort 'round your block Whether you're in the U.K., where the sky is dark And
halls once buzzing with shifts and refusals stand silent dejected and cold where they played basketball for a longer duration than anywhere else in the world
de Tim RICE - Musique de Michel BERGER Stone, the world is stone It's no trick of the light It's hard on the soul Stone, the world is stone Cold to the
"don't be a good neighbour to her I'll send a love letter Straight from my heart, fucker! You know what a love letter is It's a bullet from a fuckin
gotta And these haters can't do me nada Be in Nevada, with a lot of enchilada Harlem world keep holdin' it down, for Big L Nigga long overdue niggaz
can't So don't stop doing it Don't stop doing it Baby, you can do wonders ... Just a notion Just a notion - that's all Just a feeling that you're watching
a street mentality, a reality Neighborhood warfare, that brings home casualties And just because I moved out the residence It don't mean that I can't
a clue, you belong in the Zoo, Yup, swingin' from a rope eatin' cantaloupe, Or woke in a boat like a frog and croak, Don't get the wrong view, you're
