want what you got No surprise Cold sweat my hands shake No point getting excited She's on the case Knock you off your rocker Like a slap in the face
Prijevod: LA Guns. Šamar.
Allah rule Savior, never clone Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date, put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace, from a
, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style
trip this for a second nigga I'm bout to drop some more pimp shit on yo ass Have you ever slapped a bitch? Have you ever counted over a thousand dollars
no love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California
afraid of the Bravehearts I'll take a razor open your face up I tried to tell these niggas we don't play I run up on you broad day with a A.K Cornball
damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!" [ Poppa LQ ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
It's kind of shady, I can vaguely remember I was at the Peppermill, popping at the bartender He made me a drink called uh, Bodybender That's when a smurf
my face The J to the A to the M to the E I?m talented yes I?m girfted Nigga? please, you work for UPS It?s not about a salary, it?s all about reality
m waving automatic guns at nuns" L's a rebel, on a higher level, go get a shovel Cause I'm the only son of the motherfucking devil It's a fact I'm living
x) "I'm waving automatic guns at nuns" L's a rebel, on a higher level, go get a shovel Cause I'm the only son of the motherfucking devil It's a fact
Two: Black Thought Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste Disgrace your date put your title to waste Dominant lyrical grace, from a
neckbones and a pot of rice WHOA! I know I ain't right, but motherfucker I'm WHOA! Hit you with a Jackie Chan chop like WHOA! Chase you with a half a
I damage spleens, then I scream "Regime!" [Poppa LQ] Let's take a out-of-town trip with a thousand crips With a thousand A.K.'s and a thousand clips
, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And
love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California
you don't do it, I'm a do it these niggas be talkin so bad, an ??? I could slap a bitch, like I had a million dollars in cash so it ain't no thang, bitch
