m not home When I try to call you on the telephone My pants are falling my socks don't fit I can't seem to walk with out having to trip over you Just
home When I try to call you on the telephone My pants are falling my socks don't fit I can't seem to walk with out having to trip over you Just what
译文: 粉碎口. 旅行.
move it looks like a strike of lightning My name is Banks, but you can call me Igloo There's white rocks on my neck and my wrist's blue So don't trip
Remember Pun? Terror Squad I'll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed but
me to climb dimes (Pieces, them fine beetches Never tweet and just grind blind)? Get up out this pit You without sickness Better get in the back of me Before your mouth
arm, amputated neck Eyes removed, cranium smashed Decomposing remains, severed in half Dying slowly never to rest, nerves are quivering as I trip Removal
Amputated neck Eyes removed, cranium smashed Decomposing remains, severed in half Dying slowly never to rest, nerves are quivering as I trip Removal
back chin up Gold chain nigga Stripes no Tigger, Tyga, bitches Hundred proof liquor Live no liver There's hoes in this motherfucking straight, tripping A nigga know different So we hold the E though Smash
the G city ( G cita) i am the one to slap that taste in ur mouth rip ur tougne out wipe my ass and shove it back in ur mouth spit strink rhyme runs dead
my way And I ain't seen no one time while I was on my way Sharitha, Kalika, Salitha and Parisha All my lil' sneakers that love the way I freak her Man, it's a trip
, nigga, back out the back route I stacks trip til I trip, pop the clip when I smash out Puttin in work for some pamper money Sellin fiends them gummies, mouths
room Gettin' ass in the motel room Gettin' smashed in the motel room In the motel room Where we at in the motel room Gettin' ass in the motel room Gettin' smashed
to a Hatch Catch my flows, hittin you with low blows Real chick on the side, take em for a long ride Watchin my flicks, talkin slick Kickin in doors, with the four-four Smash
big chips Blue money like six Crips Switch gears like stick shifts Fresh as hell, no Big Kipp We buy cars, y'all flip whips Catch us smokin' that quick trip
join. Togther immortal. We become one in the eye of the storm. On the way agains the truth. A trip through light and time all problems become smashed.
