Tekst:
Kind Of Like Spitting Spin

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

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

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

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

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

' 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

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

[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