ve worked it out somehow But it's over now I thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now Could've worked it out But it's over now
Übersetzung: LA Guns. Es ist jetzt vorbei.
a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya, but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a ducht taper I'ma a young money
, my grip Nigga don't slip, cause i got 10 clips and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city it's a struggle, you
in the choke hold Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow In D.C. they dance the gogo In L.A.they ride on lolo's G-Unit in the house, oh no You ain
started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man ni**a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati [Chorus
you can't forget about the West One beef homie better Vef in da Tech 47 to ride Homie is the best Got guns over here, it's like heads over necks (Braaa
on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo] Keep ya mouth shut, and keep ya ears open Cause it's liver than P-89s when we approachin (what
it on [Wyclef] Cubans meet the Haitians Perfect combination, check it Verse One: Wyclef, B-Real [Wyclef] You say guns
word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill gangstas book what they
got bears on me (Run!) My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me (Run!) It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt
direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out
Closet!! Lily: It's like a dream! A beautiful beautiful dream! Ok dreams over! I've got to have these! Miley: Wait there's more! Lily: ANOTHER CLOSET?
loot loop [ CHORUS ] As fast as I spend it I'm tryin to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow Nigga, that's all I know I make the loot
time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.N.G. Life in L
when ya enemies ride? For me it's pride, till the end I know the truth keeps me alive [Killah Priest:] I'm on the freeway speedin', the judges gave me a
guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a train Day and night, leavin' my head with migraines It's the atomic age, we
smoking weed now I get high off my pen Grandma?s alcoholic she might die off the gin Devil smirks I grab a gun and blow off his grin I spend my days inhaling
