Lyrics:
and Euthanize every pitbull in America? Why? Do you stand by that?
One hundred percent, without a doubt, wholeheartedly and with the utmost assurance, I Promise
on three
Nothing but murder we roll wit plenty fetti up in our hands
So you can keep watchin me ya
[Hook: Big Moe and Z-Ro]
Rolls wheels and get rolled
können wie bei Ostafrikanerinnen
Denn ich pulle up nachts in 'nem Range Rover
Schwarzer Smog wie 'ne NASA-Rocket
Wir jagen Fotzen per Flame-Thrower
Was
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
[CHORUS:]
Man I run this rap shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Rest in piece to Biggie Smalls
Get your hands up high, hands
again
Then I'll pour some more and start twirlin' then
And might go and get my pipes up by your girl and them
If you a thug, stop girlin' then
If I
The block pop, so da strip fall
Rocks got a fist full bull pop shit
Dat hot shit I got a clip fo'
When I start sparkin'
It be barkin' like pitbulls
Yo, this beat got me feelin' like I'm
Straight from the slums of Shaolin
Even though I grew up on Hampstead Court
Moved further down Hope Valley Road
attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
Rolex, Uzis, Guntalk
Poker, Koka, Derendorf, Totschlag
Drive-bys, Schutzgeld der Banger ist zurück
Glücksspiel, Testo, Pitbulls, Kutten
Geldwäsche,
daily
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Thank you for picking me up from school
Putting me onto hip hop
The ninja weapons we played with
Showing me handstands
Sledding with pitbulls in
equals triple six
She suck me up in a minivan
Your bulletvest, made of frying pans
Shoot yo mans, like I'm shooting cans
Bitch I'm catching hands, like
what I'm gonna do
Straight going for self like a pitbull
Cause I'm so fed up, my stomach is full of these
Lies, stereotypes keep us weak
We're taught
swingin', the ratchet Kendrick
Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens
Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'
Bunch
Yo hands bout
Respect on the block
I demand now
Going hard with
The hunger
I'll take a
Nigga under
Something like
A pitbull in a box
How I'm tryna
put the change in her breast
Ain't no ice in here how my drink stay cold
She point to the chains on my chest
Building up muscle from pickin' up cash
compe
pa que lo guaye mujeres y hombres
que paso baby
dime was up
ando con pitbull y lil' rob
y ya tu sabes nos fuimos ondel
dale esta bajo y menea ese
a singing gig
And we could buy a pitbull
And name him after harry
And we could be famous
Then we'll get married
Married
Well, baby doll, believe me
say what's up to a young loc
Just put they hands on they guns inside they coats
But I'm thinkin' to myself I ain't fearin' ya
I remember back when ate
pow)
Astaghfirullah, I'm a hustler (yeah)
Narco-traficante aus Marbella (wouh)
Lambo, Ferrari, Porsche Carrera (pau)
AK in der Hand wie in Favelas
pow)
Astaghfirullah, I'm a hustler (yeah)
Narco-Trafficante aus Marbella (wouh)
Lambo, Ferrari, Porsche Carrera (pau)
AK in der Hand wie in Favelas
you
When you up the bitches lick you chill dogs
Don't wanna have to Michael Vick you
Stash the work inside the
Asshole of a pitbull
This getting money
built from the ground up no contract reaching new heights
Skyscraper high catch contact when I fly by
Shoot the cruise with my unreleased blasting like
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