Übersetzung: Style Council. Right To Gomick Talbotdynamic Drei.
you go nutty Brand new year, so I gotta make the style match Nine-to-the-three still equals three That's one for the money and two for the show Three
'm comin with the bomb, so watch me begin to explode and unload - like the Grand Funk Railroad Non-stop, like a Vette with a soft top It's ninety-three
He took the route like most cops do (DO) Harassin a black man like Little Boy Blue (BLUE) But I kept cool (COOL) cause I got style (STYLE) And because
a new style) [x2] In ninety-three I'm (flowin in file with a new style) For your mom I'm (flowinin file with a new style) (flowin in file with a new style
days: Come's still around but the band doesn't play. Gone is gone from Diskovery piles. Chinatown seems like 3 more miles, and I can hardly discern between styles
Marquee and Mr. Mixx. They droppin' some new shit; and ain't about all that bullshit y'all been hearin' for the last two or three years, you know what
: Where they at [8X] [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me wit three women in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must
I finally got it, and like a boss player Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] Now yo' attitude ain't realistic
'Pac] In the late night Last night.. (I don't give a fuck, where you gon'.. be .. do it myself) [Pac] In the late night [Fatal] Around my way we lamp, many styles
'm still lifted Niggaz can't get with Mr. Wicked Picture me flippin my adversaries, gettin the dick swiftly Niggaz are swingin wild, but they styles miss
I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step Label me a threat and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet Thug style baby, hands on
Now up and at em it's on, I was raised to be strong And Mama told me be a Thug since the day I was born I came up, out the gutter never changed my style
the hand youknowhatI'msayin And uhh, throw up that finger Ay yo yo yo throw y'all fingers up! Thug style baby, Thug style y'know? Verse One: Tell me
] Yo, here comes the nigga with the ruff, terror the paranoid, gots to get the boy Get your steel cuz I feel like a headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits, styles
stop! It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em Like women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom Verse Three: Live Squad Yeah, as I take a puff
LA, can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera, on the curb Watchin the ghetto bird helicopters, I observe So many niggaz gettin three strikes
Storee what, what I met shorty on Sunset (on Sunset) Bumping Newark on the tape deck (tape deck) I got the number you can bet that (oh you can bet that) I got three