heated ears That heavy level Break opinion, dominion, got them divided like The gravel Rock, rock steady Rockin', rockin' steady Rockin' so steady With a problem called my ego
Prijevod: Urban Dance Squad. Ja.
Close to a faggot, you've bin Down the stations drugged in sexed again Bin yin 'n yang, doin' that thang Where it ends, a next bang Boom, I presume yo ego
I ain't packin' for luck 'cos then I'm stuck the way you live is the way you die some food for thought, for ego bigheads who fly too high and the brothers
tax man Flex plans, leave bodybags full o' men Kick a tune like a can Scratch heads with stray cat I'm steady shapin' on these apes Plus the squad took
got the goofy-lookin' tootsy when they call Themselves so hardcore Now industry sells with the weak and plastic Lyrically, they show their buttcheeks like it's pornographic Choreographic whore your ego
wear it like a t-shirt first nothing served Given, when it comes to play roles My fifteen minutes o' fame, Oops, sorry andy warhol ain't gonna quail at weight Of my ego
cram Cause I'm slammin [scratching of] [Ced Gee] [scratching of] (I'm the King Bee) [VERSE 3: Rude Boy Remmington of Urban Dance Squad] I spark a question
