译文: 红色代码. 呼叫.
run to sign these dudes, like track meets I can't barely find my binal with Fat Beats I'm desperate, I'm thinkin' bout calling Nelly up ever since J called
you call? My down bitch, one who live by the code Put this music shit aside, get it in on the road A lot of quiet time, pink bottles of Rose Exotic red
, was special It matched every black haired night throwin' dice for decimals The older head, boulder head, betrayin' the soldier head Make sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red
with a big dick, didn't call her back Relax lil' cat, let the big dog attack Thought it was over for me homie, did you fall for that? You turn rigor red
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J You gotta puff a J on this one You can't even drink Crist-OWL on this one You gotta drink Crist-ALL Buy some red
the sound of the rainbow Makin' points on the verge of pointless Fools anointed to the follower's fanfare Look for the common, not superficial Code Red
very humongous I said T.I hold ya head and Mack hold ya head wish i could but i cant say some other names cuz of the feds and to my bloods, code red man
The point where every winding road unwinds You wrote the code I thought was true then broke it unbeknownst to me or you And in between your magic words The echo and the call
no other like my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code
, premeditated Microhard It's the transplanted, peaceful panic, bass mechanic Microhard It's the psychotic, mean melodic, nod-narcotic Microhard (repeat) What good is a call
out you If I don't get you back up Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawer Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be bought They call me the anti-core
out you If I don't get you back up Got you in a morgue sittin stiff in the drawer Niggaz I can't be caught, I can't be bought They call me the anti
I got you, what else could really matter? But lovin' that's what it's all about till death does us part Dear princess remember what I called you Markin
just nod my head And you turn up missin' with ya own page in the feds I got power and I will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug
, shit You might find termites in the chokin' [unverified], yes D.O., my wood grain say, "Fuck P.O." (Okay) And I'll prove it when I red line a buck
s in a cup (AmeriKKKa's) Most Wanted Police pin it up (Alaza an a) Thug passion brotha what Bloatin gettin a girl preganant Off a finger aaaaahhhhh Doc da code
