: Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check. Motherfucker! Pocket-check, pocket-check, pokect-check, pocket-check. Bitch! Back in the day
Übersetzung: Super 8 Bit Brothers. Pocket-Check.
the Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever [Tupac] Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
grill (the grill) We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh) Now let's talk about your teeth Shits ain't been straight since you was 8 When you bit into
zsa zsa Catch knock my tape like beats (uh) I'm fresh as fruits You pussy MC it's you I rebuke repent You burn up you got me bit I'm coming as ebit
Underground, when we come around Stronger than ever {Tupac} Back to get wreck All respect to those who break their neck to keep their hoes in check
here's a thousand Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men I'm constant, on that paper chase Blow zip codes from bricks to 8 1 8 Doc serve to
the spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, it's all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3,
for my hoes Make your hips rock Light a L, baby, let the Crys' pop Get your tick tock from this hip hop, any day 5-8 with double-X-L, pen saggin' blunts
before [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible] the ultimate high, baby The ultimate high Excuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket
zsa Catch knock my tape like beats, I'm fresh as fruits (Uh) You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up, you got me bit, I'm coming as ebit
Excuse me as I kiss the sky, Sing a song of six pence a pocket full a rye, Who the fuck wanna die for their culture, Stalk the dead body like a vulture
is for my hoes make your hips rock Light a L baby let the Crys' pop Get your Tick Tock from this hip hop, anyday [Nas] 5-8 with double-X-L pen saggin
zsa zsa, Catch knock my tape like beats (uh), I'm fresh as fruits, You pussy MC, it's you I rebuke, repent You burn up you got me bit, I'm coming as
spell of dose ether The Grim Reaper, its all nature And every word from Allah is on paper We all hate ya, we can't stand you Chapter 8, verse 3, book
a thousand Bricks, be shooting fair ones with bail bonds men I'm constant, on that paper chase Blow zip codes from bricks to 8-1-8 Doc serve to you to
that grill (the grill) We'd all be dead if looks could kill (ugh) Now let's talk about your teeth Shits ain't been straight since you was 8 When you bit
