Übersetzung: US5. Katzen und Hunde.
reason you applaud us You saw us layin down a law just as raw as a crawfish You met your death and although, I took away your breath and I ran I still
you think they gon feel seeing us grammy night Let me tell you, a bunch of if, and's and mics Billboard charts, source ad and mics And if I say so myself
contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad cuz i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awardz, my son can
ma hustler I'ma coma say workin on my doublea Hit the block real hard, and I'ma sew it up Police push up cause they notice us (Hook 2: Guerilla Black)
in the groove and kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it
I bring And the things we take And the jobs we hold And the land we stole And a buck or two And the love for you And the things you do [x5] I puff L
was probably 10 years old when I learned to disassemble then reassemble a semi-auto matic pistol blind fold! [Verse 5: Tech N9ne] (1-5-1) They call
mood for bustin' dumpin' accross the Missou And get to huntin' for Kevin East the oo-oo And nigga you knew the Rogue Dawgs rule! Your so called truths get battered and
t care The lawn is dead Dogs and cats are stinking everywhere She said we had crazy parties every night The yard is littered with bottles and cans Skateboards and
black Lizzie Start flamin', watch they cats start they explainin' Should've know, when around my dogs, tuck yo chain in Any time you look, bet you find us in whips Diamonds and
remember Oh yeah, I remember dem hoe's dat night We wuz at da beacon right, Chris Tucker performing All of us wuz in der outside it wuz stormin' Cats and Dogs
my dogs pack thangs And plus we love to ball Dont want no problem with you homie I mean none at all (not at all) And to my rich cats with them big
wanna contact me and get wit me but still end up being mad 'cause i charge fifty and as for you suka, you can keep those rapz and Screw your awardz, my
blade and take a chunk up out you Chase the driver that's trying to save you and lace em with the scalpel Break your adam's apple and clap you and leave
and forget with an elephant memory Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who But lets keep that between me and you! Me and JMT, Rippers that
a wet shirt Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs
The incense drifts past the skins and shells Ruby waves goodbye And runs to the valleys That are beautiful And drenched with rain and colours And green