Lyrics:
through your clothes like an ion
I am no american idol, no Simon Cowell
Wack niggas throw in the towel
I'm getting money with the rap, pay me by the vowel
za łopatke grabki i nie udawaj lenia
Nie nie nie
Od wieków sobie ludzie ganje palili Yo yo
Od wieków zbierali no bo wczesniej ją posadzili
A teraz
Yo Rushafella wossop
My heart is safe when there's no bad on my mind
There are some days when there's no one by my side side side
No one by my side
facet i nie pękaj
Mówię sobie rano by nie myśleć że mnie nie stać (oh)
Mam świadomość że ta gra jest niebezpieczna
Powiedz im że wrócę a na razie jestem
Odcinam receptory
By sam siebie nie zaskoczyć
Na co dzień czuję się tak jak
De Niro w "Taxi Driver"
Wśród ludzi kameleon
Bo co chwila zmieniam barwę
I'm fucking disgusted
I fear for the lives for my sisters, my brothers
Less fortunate than I, let's formulate a plan
I'm sick of holding grudges, I'm
Verse 1-(C-Bo)
My first name is Smith, my last name is Wesson,
but in yo hood I'm known as 357,
have yo neighborhood punk quick to shoot a man,
away
Jealousy away away
Gbe bo lum away away
Abeg make you stay away from me ah ah ah yo ooo
Everyday na the same
But you can choose to live it
njalo bo lova e lokishini
Nithi
Manico Barberarion I bande lo mshini
Ni ngi bize njalo bo clever e maTaxin
Nithi
Manico Barberation ibande lo mshini
Ni
-yo, big mann, what's happenin?
-just out here chillin, dawg
-shit, nigga, what you chillin, what you thinkin about?
-nigga, I'm out here reminiscin,
mam wsypy na dwie michy
Żadna z nich nie jest złota, starczy że Mastercard jest
A za featy biorę hajs nie barter bo moim blaskiem by nie pogardził
I'm backed by lycans
Nice. Sigi trata puta mane prize. Hopi wise
Mi rima riba whip di boso nan ta riba bais
Sit back dal un hit. lage wowo visualize
Tur
on the pavement
Long Live White I ain't doing shit basic
Got no love in my heart shit vacant
Time going by but I'm feeling impatient
Ran off on the plug young nigga
and I'm back to replace
And lace y'all niggas with shit that'll totally erase
These other corny niggas up outta your head
As far as I'm concerned none
the f**** spot
We keepin hot for my n**** fresh up off the block
Now all my people bust a shot BLOW, BLOW, BLOW!
Bus a Bus is back all in your face and I'm
little work. (What, what)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, I grew up like the regular thug, sold drugs
Wasn't proud about it, but this is what I gotta
where Granny live
It hit different when I'm smoking woods up in here now
Eleven years ago, OG was just trying to get by
About three years ago, shit, I
to w willi popili byli niemili pobili go
Po chwili zwątpili bo chyba zabili
Zwłoki ukryli czyli utopili ponoć jak żyli tak żyją
Po to by kłamać ponoć
formą rycha
Nowa płyta witam za majka chwytam karambol
Bo gdy wjeżdżam na miasto rozjeżdżam dupska słabiakom
Nie mają prawa powrócić odwiedzą szrot bo tam
muszę im znowu dojebać bo liczą na rewanż
Yo!
for
Pain is love, and yo I'm feeling it
And I'm real sore
He's an exact replica of me
Distilled, pure
Okay, so waking up to a new born baby
I want it all from the sky to the ground when it hit the floor
So batho ba kasi ba baisa so
So bo Jahman ba baisa zol
Taxi drivers ba re chaisa so
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
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