Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a engine, When you showed up it was the
译文: 有点像随地吐痰. 自旋.
Bird swings, sing blue, my Paris fling Out the screen door, off and old cassette My mind was tight and ran like a demon, When you showed up it was the
, what it look like not?s what it look like, might what it look like but your whom I don?t like, cos you say it like you know that its true, tryna mess
city of killers, dope dealers and still we Chill like players, and like pimps Mack all hoes and slap all simps The big badass, I'm from the dangerous crew I just hang with the gang like
And I all my groups like kill? 'Cause that's where the money's at honey Yeah, the industry's filled with copycats R n' B mixed with sloppy raps Tribes like
the kind of brainstorm I get So when the wind starts blowing, sh-t, talking about goin' in? Goin' insane's more like it! Wizard of words when he he spits
the '80s My '90s was like the Navy, you was like the Bradys You still fly kites daily Catch me in my Mercedes Bumpin' 'Ice, Ice, Baby', screamin' Shady 'til I die Like
0 5 Candy paint and leather, they don't fuck wit' nothing but dubs or better Y'all call 'em street sweepers, we call 'em choppers 'Cuz when the bullets spit they spin like
kind that Ghengis Khan was sent to Sorta like Islamic temples and castles with demonic symbols My armors ripped too, Imma spit two The promise that I
' Open back up last time as I spit a little dough in my mind she jus like one of a kind no c's no stand in her hind shes jus like me rappin a line perfect
Open back up last time as I spit a little dough in my mind she jus like one of a kind no c's no stand in her hind shes jus like me rappin a line perfect
mind She just like one of a kind No C's no stand Open back up last time As I spit a little dough in my mind She just like one of a kind No C's no stand
crew ain't even true wit' it I see your man he's like umm nothing to do with it I know you pack like that but Cam why you act like that Shut up nigga
hear my voice, understand the love When the dj spins it back, it's a friendly rub But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind with your waistline And the way you move Like
your chrome clique Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement Raised in, caged in, let my ways spin Face wrapped up like
[Written by Billy Bragg] one of them's off their food and the other one's off his head and their both spinning off down the boozer. to drink a toast
, choke on, hit on, spit on and mastered I've outlasted, been used to tell truth and lies Used to kill the youth and used to open up they eyes I come in all kinds
