Tekst:
Snitch

Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch

It's me bitches Show time Chillin' in my beamer, listenin' to [Incomprehensible] Bumpin' through ya speakers, know I got the heaters Rockin' don't stop

Snitch, don't let your mouth open up 'Cuz you don't wanna see the handgun open up, no Don't let your mouth open out 'Cuz you don't wanna see the automatic

close the door bring your faith take my hand and give me one last chance to say sorry for those times i made you cry sorry for the thousand times i lied

the wheels are turning and we're on our way back home two weeks of rock'n'roll been fun but now we're done a broken knee too much beer and not much sleep

It's friday night and he's going out Drinks 2 beers and leaves the house Starts the car and drives downtown Picks his friends up on the way After a long

When the sun goes down and the day is done for her the TV is on and she is broken she dreams about this song she once heard on the radio about a beautiful

try to save yourself from all the things you really hate but it's too late they're all around you getting closer every single day there's no escape

it's late at night and i'm drunk again i think about the times we spent i thought you were the only one but now i'm glad that you are gone i remember