Lyrics:
bums' dein' Arsch sofort
Jeder wär' gerne so wie er, Kool S
Rap's Pavarotti besser auch bekannt als
(Orchestrator)
Denn ich geb' den Ton an, Ton an, Ton
there's no refunding
She's high stakes
Older gang, they gave him weight
But he was weak, he has a week
Or he will be killed
And papa died, he used
you are
Ya stupid, stupid, stupid kid
Ya junk freak etc, etc
This guitar wasn't paid for by my mom and my dad
I'm not a college boy in a band,
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
ya lips
You thinkin' you rockin' shit, put paper atop ya mitt, cut to bits by them sticks
My gang got no picks, we treat the hood like the Ritz, want
Nigga fuck maintaining
Damn right I brought the gang in
Yall don't really know what pain is
Way too busy being anxious
They want a leader so I rose
I
Crack, Heroine and cocaine
Black Panther came before both gangs
Operation separate your black king
Father not around
It's either Christian or catholic
come to me getting rings see I'm a kid
Growing up never feeling like the man
Gang signs throw it up never did I understand
Clueless, foolish, living
to crossing
Thats on my gang we gon pop shit
If its cash run me that bag yea
Run it up i need it fast yea
Run it up i need it fast
Ion even know what im talking
On my gang shit
Dang bitch! you used to be cool now you lame
Still tryna’ find your way
You'll find yourself in a grave
Create a picture perfect world
I
See I am posted with the crew
Aye catch me at the mall wasting bands until I’m screwed
Spend. I’m going dumb I’m going cool
But the 45 still stuck
Block mit Nutten, du Keck
Gang Bang, deine Mutter steht auf Gruppensex, ah
Yes yes yoah, Proletik heißt mein Label du Spast!
Baby, zieh dich aus, wir
chain swing, it's gon' leave a cool breeze
You call her your main thing, could've fooled me
All you lames gotta stay in pocket jewelries
Respond by
tings gassed but she plays it cool
She said she don't fuck white boys
But for me she'll risk it and break the rules
Do the mad ting and watch paid in
they be trynna blam us
All the blood sweat tears we shed what it takes to understand us
But it's cool ima put my hands up then let em feel it with
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
Skumaj sens i pędź w komórce chlej i zjedz ten śledź po wódce,
Jestem Fresh jak Cool And thaGank a Twój gang całuje kule BANG,
Projektuje grę, Wera weng,
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