rock, ain't afraid to roll, you know that the concrete Will crack your skull, I'm trying to make about a thousand o's So let's go. you know that we rock
rock, ain't afraid to roll, you know that the concrete will crack your skull, i'm trying to make about a thousand o's so let's go. you know that we rock
Prijevod: E-Grad betona. Idemo.
mathematical Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? ) let
to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ So you know what that blindfold's for That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed
, let's get it crack a latin in this bitch Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know, y'know (Y'know) Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-40)
neck and wrist, that's Benzino Most hated at the top of the list, that's Benzino Hangman with the gangsta hits, that's Benzino Top dog that you never forget, that's
don't wanna go to a movie, could you PUT EM ON THE GLASS?!' 'Put your titties on the glass'?! What happened to 'How ya doin? Whatcha doin later? Let's
them fuckin' wiggers those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Who let 'em play? Don't they know
efx, miss jones Aiyo (yo), whut go around, no doubt come around Comes around, comes around Das efx we goin out, so yo bust the way it's comin down Another
' sho' Well let's do this shit I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh On your marks, get set, go for what you know It's the number
, it's still 89 degrees (that's right) We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards Best to check our records cos we's smack ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? (that's right
ain't even got a dress code Just those, 1000 niggas in front of Expo's Waitin' on the next goes So let's roll and let's go Ain't no sissy niggas survivin
let's get it crack-a-latin in this bitch.. Uhh.. nigga nigga.. y'know (y'know) y'know! Uhh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this motherfucker (Ice Cube and E-
) See they talking like they killas, but where they (straps at) This the Dirty South boy, what you know about that [E.S.G.] Out the Superbowl city dog, yep ya boy E.S
Syndicate's in the house, let's get radical Bum rush the show and grab the mic Syndicate's chilllin out tonight They let me loose and now it's war ( ? )
40 of E and it ain't enough left for me to be pourin it out for the next motherfucker resting in peace I love my homies and G's, but it's EBK when the
do or die Riffles and .45's 17-shot 9's Right up between your eyes Niggas is gon die Niggas come from the pound Hummers and S-S's Born to be a killer
