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Prijevod: 25 l šampanjca. Natrag Ulica Kid.
for my Moon man You niggas slide back like that walkin' on the moon dance No glitter glean, handgun with a beam Have some boys follow you, street fam
Bomb flashes, what can happen, New Jack-in' Your rappin' ain't the Magnum, so when he caught up To half these niggaz even stole the soul of the streets
lie I did not give a man a gun, (? ? ) papaya I was home down south, that's what he get, street connections Sam bit it, I'm not it, the kid was runnin
your toilet stool While you scream ''fuck you'' I'm across the street eating Popeye's Cajun rice In a station wagon with hot beans Taking a coffee break back
twist your knee back I got your crew on camcorders, tryin to rhyme in Tea back's Garter belts on DJ's, sportin tryin to spin on felts I see that rugged kid
we own the projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big dan dun a nan Don't move 'cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you
my head, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead but I'm still flossin' I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets I keep my ears to the streets
I had to chase him down I caught the kid by the corner store deli Kicked him in the belly like I was Jeff Kelley I did his jugular vein, something violent Came back
me want blood i won't stop till I empty me magnum and crush every bone in dem f**king cranium questions on everyone mind ch-n are you going to answer back
Comin through, bout to take it to the streets Word it be [MS] MS and Smokey Lah the spot, sow a knot Blow em when we reppin Magnum Force Got the front
you could see his ribs through that You cocksucker let your ears do that Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back
doll, hood, bookers, with sugar walls That talk back to you like, nigga you should've called Word, the kid got a thing for big curves Might find him down on Sesame Street
Moon man you niggas slide back like that walkin on the moon dance no glitter glean, handgun with a beam have some boys follow you, street fam, twitter
, can't talk phone bugged Somebody want me dead, but I'm still flossin' I rock my jewelry through the scurriest streets I keep my ears to the streets
tee you could see his ribs through that You cocksucker let your ears do that Or ride later do me ooh wee now back to rap 2 Lincoln continentals sittin back to back
projo's Three for tenement we in the lobby with the big (da dun dun dun) Don't move cause I'm a representative Live for the street, ask, you die in the
