With You Hillwood To My Bones, To My Chromozomes Got 2 44's So Im Not Home Alone Push a Pencil Like A Stone On A Saturday Night I Choke a hoe From My
译文: 南公园墨西哥. 在我的遮光罩.
You Hillwood To My Bones,To My Chromozomes,Got 2 44's So Im Not Home Alone Pushing Pencil Like A Stone(CrackRock) On A Saturday Night,I Choke On Ah Blunt From My
my homie I'm rollin' through a hood that I never been And every brother steps to me as a friend I love it, I love it And nothin' in my life will ever
bout my all-night death bout Then somethin' woke me up from my dark sleep The sound of fuckin' police when they're tryin' to creep Broke through my door
on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side blocks I run South Vegas, South
draw, that's it Get your momma's black dress and call your family It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Two) I was born with a chip on my
I write with napalms in my hands Flame the fuses, like a piss, off you go I'm nice battin', I practice when the park is closed I'm that man who squats
All my niggaz on the east side if you rydin' throw it up All my niggaz on the west side if you bangin' throw it up All my niggaz on the south side, get
trailers in them South Parks Muffle it, cuz homie that hood's tighter then Kenny's So ladies if your belly button's not an innie then I'm outie Now hop in my
, show ya golds) Where dem hood, hood signs (Throw some 'bows, throw some 'bows) Where dem gang, gang signs (Show ya golds, show ya golds) Where dem hood, hood
[Hook] Denial, finally my turn So if you play wit fire you know you gone get burned My life is in denial, finally my turn So if you play wit fire, you
My hood is the ghetto I've been down before up is just a reach Cause my hood is the ghetto Catch a second wind Then begin again My hood is the ghetto
man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer they ain't finna' say ?Next summer I'm finna' sittin' in the hood
to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the
grade No more braids now, I'm razor on my taper-fade (yeah) I got it made, went to Ike and I got it sprayed Now when I park where it's dark, you can'
My pockets are heavy and my diamonds are blindin My pistols are loaded and cocked so know that I'm ready I'll die for my family dog but I'll kill for
, Dirty South baby, Ludacris Shout to Shaka Zulu, my man Shawn Taylor It's goin' down Yeah, Funk Flex, Volume Fo' Disturbin' the peace, Def Jam South
