Lyrics:
the last chance to make our mark (shoot)
History will know who we are
This is the last game, so make it count
It's now or never
W-I-L-D (atta boy)
Cheerleaders]
W-I-L-D, Wildcats, you know we are
W-I-L-D, Wildcats, come on, come on
East High boys, lets make some noise
W-I-L-D-, Wildcats, nows the time
[East
Mmmmmm
Finesse
The Underdoggg
I got Troy in my blood, 518 in my veins
From the city of fake love, in the air you feel the hate
I got snaked out by my
Ying-Yang in this thang, we run this muthafucka
A-T-L nucca
[Hook] - 2x
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga
No es T de Troy, es T de trap
No es de Detroit, ni de Compton
No salgo e' hoe salgo e´ high
I got a spot, southside
No es T de Troy, es T de trap
No
'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?, the A-T-L with
always rock out
With the GutterBoys
You know it's all love
When I see ya Troy
Harbor all this pain
I'm built for this
Had to take many L's
Just to get
I be gone off the The Vibe feeling jaded
Make yah top drop back like Troy aikman
I'm a bear running shit like I'm Walter Payton
Hackers hack a nigga
"LA Dub Z"
"Troy L, stop playing with em"
Know the moment's been coming, I been waiting for a long time
Long nights, long line, it's been a long
Non dico un cazzo o almeno lo spero
Sembra che preghiamo l'occulto
Terapia d'urto dentro il parabrezza
Scende uno che urla tipo l'antifurto
Ho ceduto
[Pastor Troy]
We-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
we-we ain't playin (ain't playin wit ya)
[Verse
it's on, V-A, G-A
Tell 'em it's on, so what you gotta say now, yo
Tell 'em it's on, yo, say what, say what
Tell 'em it's on
[Pastor Troy]
I'm the ?,
(Ya mucho visaje)
Ah, con bichas negras caliente
Locas, dispuesta pa'l reventón
Ameneci'o en un bloque fogón
Buscando una sexy lady
Que me
day-to-day I speak my mind, cause I'm the voice
T-Roy makin' that banger music Yeah, I got yo bitches moist
Im on the come up these lil' hoes, they gon' know
Fuck that
La mia testa è rotta
La mia penna scotta
Aspè mi do una mossa
Mamma
Penso ho chiuso un disco
Il futuro mio l'ho visto
Non c'era Gesù Cristo
L.A., baby (yeah)
Yeah, I'm not in the room (baby, baby, baby, baby)
I came here alone
Got a boy at home
It's a long line, it's a wait
Asked me,
chronic
Smoke 'til your lungs collapse
You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at?
So ironic, L came back
Flooded the market - got your mens
te-té
Sache que l'rap pour moi ce n'est même plus compliqué
Je t'envoie des chevaux de troies
Mes ennemies je ne les compte même plus sur les doigts
J'ai
Con le strofe dipingo ed è riapparso Picasso, sì cazzo
La musica è la mia sposa e l'amerò da morto, Tim Burton
Ogni strofa è un anthem, quale under
the Columbus but they loved me not
When I went to Cleveland they said where you been
When I'm unconditional with my loving
And at the see-L-E-V-E...L
the Columbus but they loved me not
When I went to Cleveland they said where you been
When I'm unconditional with my loving
And at the see-L-E-V-E...L
we can get
E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T you wanna feel it
E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T well you can get it
E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T you wanna feel it
E-X-P-L-I-C-I-T well you can get it
me not
When I went to Cleveland they said where you been
When I'm unconditional with my loving
And at the C-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D
And we get bucked
unconditional with my loving
And at the see-L-E-V-E...L-A-N-D
And we get bucked on the block block block block
And n**** remember I said we this for we
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