Lyrics:
Tarantino
They do me like Benny Blanco then I'll go smoke Carlito
In Vegas, I sold a kilo at a suite in the Rio
I often eat with them people that'll kidnap
to the rhythm come on
Crash into the color of your mind
I can feel it in my soul
Live on the record put the album on rewind
Rock n roll to the rhythm come
'cause the Kane said so
This is the dance floor groove of the album
Presented to you all live from Calvin
Whoops! I meant to say Mister Cee
The disc
Nirvana started as a live band
(Don't all bands?) we played around
For two years before the
Release of Bleach in June, 1989 at the time
Live shows
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
through the math I subtract them
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya
Pitbull attack ya,
Ok alright
Hey this song right there
Was off the first album I ever made
It's called Reasonable Doubt
Also was fortunate enough to be
Blessed by
away
But this game I play ain't no
Way to fix it it's inevitable
Bills gotta get paid, kids gotta eat
Live by the chopper laws die by the streets
Fuck
picture me not
In this spot with this glock and these rocks to cops
I know every basehead from here to the wasteland
With keys, and connects me and Cease
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
matches
Full linen suit
Next to Lisa Les, some WNBA loot
Slide a few mommies on a plane
Sippin' coladas
Wrote half the album over the
Sands in the Bahamas
without a curfew {HA!)
Smile I hurt you, had me goin' berzerk too
I'm guaranteeing she'll be leanin' in the coupe
Fiendin' for your loot, little demon
winnin' and never losin' now (Who rocks the best)
Yo, it doesn't matter, 'cause I live a little phatter
No concern about the chit-chatter
Once I heard
was in
the days when they had some serious, you know, they had some good taste, these guys. I mean, they were
playing rock'n'roll and there was heavy
bitches in cages
Paid in full european shit fuck Avis
Rocks in ears, blingin' the atmosphere
Fuck Canibus I bodied him last year
But the L still here
failed
Called you by surprise
Now the Devil in your eyes
Devil in your pie, see a coochee
Hit the broad
Stupid that you feelin' to live
In the crack
Laborious Louse on a Loser's Lips
Live in Limbo, Lyrical Lapse
Low Life with the loud raps, boy
You can't win, huh, I don't bend
Look what you got yourself in
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
Times is roughing Timberland cuffing
Won me a G up off to Rio
Hope we can pull it back my throat my only weapon blow the beat up
Stuff pillow bags in
'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his
bullets
Os telhados - the roofs
No Minhocão - famous tunnel in downtown São Paulo
A multidão - the crowd
Favelas - slums where most poor people live
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