Lyrics:
As I sit back relax, steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy sin'ers that I wanna sex
I'd probably go to jail for fuckin' Patti La
Block away watch by Gotti and Girvano
It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya
They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf with shofer
Old coke they
{Look man! You're botherin' me G
I got shit to do right now, aight?
This is for De La Soul, you know what I'm sayin'?
Word up I got shit to do you
pilonea como una sicaria
No ere mala tu ere una malaria
Tu sabe que conmigo no te va de robo
No tambien yo en la cama te hago tu bobo
Eh si te me pone
terrible weather
Nobody does it better than I, so approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard, but still hardly rhymin'
To all, rise and shine, give
I never wanted to move to L.A
Till I landed there
I never woman to lose any weight
Till I started to
I never wanted to be seen by anyone
Or save
pa paré pou la guérilla
Le flow i propaz dan zot corps com' malaria
Tune si tune man ka pété red en la ri' a
Bwoy kan sa tire je les vois dégarpir
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
fuckin' suck, man
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hope that your heart get hit by a semi-truck
Suck my dick, you fuckin' suck, man
I hop in your
the wifebeat'
Three-X-T, I'm Lincoln now, you can't see the pound
Got a little gut, so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the Roscoe
see the pound
Got a little gut so gat sit tucked (fuck)
I run wild, gun high, L.A. style
Bang the roscoe to the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high
don't jiggle like that... thick. Now I been around the Bay Area...infectious music like malaria. San Jose, to OAK, to SFO, Style is gold like j melo Ayo
Le mani nella mista dai tempi dei tempi
Dai tempi di Bolo by Night (goodnight)
Tutti sanno la storia, cosa abbiamo fatto
Puoi chiederlo a chiunque
fish)
When you livin' like this, people know this (la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da)
Whole time they just hopin' that you blow it (la
more style than Son Dooby's got horn
Top o the morn, rise and shine
LA swine, got no spine
Drop that stick, pig, my crew's real thick
Drop your gun, pig,
Badbway en el area
Mi sonido Te envenena como malaria
Traigo lirica la mas sicaria y again le digo
Cuando canta solo uno
Pero sueno como dos
Dicen que
Expansión de un sonido
Por encima del promedio
People kill people
Guns don't kill people
People kill people
Some die by the knife
Some die by the gun
Guns
When it came to be
Swallowed by the masses
All the eyes can see
Through the closed eyelids
La historia
La historia
La historia
La historia
La
cause fuck that yo
I gotta make sure my dough multiply
Crimes I commit heinous
Y'all niggas is brainless
You tied up at gun point, flinch
Make you famous
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Can you hear me now?
This is not the girl you used to know
Talking to you now
I
for ya
So, pull your seat up, put your feet up and eat up. Eat all that MSG up
Cause you don't have to work in America
They'll take good care of you
By
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
seat up put your feet up and eat up
Eat all that MSG up
Cause you don't have to work in America they take good care of ya
By tearing your favorite tree
Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we wept
When we
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