You're never on the road, you're always on blocks You're broken, always broken I'll scam a ride from my best friend Something is wrong with my car again Body's all
Übersetzung: Alle. Zu Fuß.
you're never on the road, you're always on blocks you're broken, always broken i'll scam a ride from my best friend something is wrong with my car agin body is all
fall the streets all over they rooted for the underdog I got Kizzle I got Snipe I got Gar on my team and I got click of niggas ready for war on my team
Times heard this brother pulled a 187. Who I thought was my homie dropped the dime. So I gotta peel his cap with the nine. Fool, so if its on then its on
yo block Lock all doors and keep windows closed Cause we done rolled before So stay on the floor We ride deep in the all black camaro Sittin on mo's And we rolls tokin on
a padded cell He's the God of fire in Hell Up all night, drunk all night Drive my car, drive it fast Put my foot down to the gas Start a fire, in a
Run up on me get Shot In the street like a dog A nigga try smoke me, I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink shell
but I'm livin like a rebel Ridin with my strap on, foot on the pedal Them silly beef raps, now they on another level, level I grew up on a crop side,
life away I'm not even gonna listen Cause your words are based on lies The truth escapes you You put your foot in your mouth Let me tell you what it's all
Hype Bout Machine, Weh Uncommon, Something Weh Bigger Dan Di Damn Cannon Di Lightning Will Dun Dem And Dem Gang With One Hand, Leave Dem Headless, No Foot Fi Stand On
memory will linger and burn And when she look at the face in the mirror What a terrible sight Lily white turning to raspberry (When it burns you rub on
yourself like McNabb on the run Cause no man is worthy enough to compare to the Son Or foot the bill for our sin that no money can pay So all your good
stay broke But I got my own phantom, yeah the Holy Ghost It's in a 6-foot frame, with a chocolate candy paint On the highway to heaven on a license plate
water (I'm calling your name) Come together (I'm wearing your clothes) Know each other (I'm wearing your pain) Work it all out (Fighting the cold) So get on
was born I don't want no shit but niggaz trip and yo it's on Open fire on my adversaries, don't even worry Better have on a vest aim for the chest and
I'm gonna make it end Now it's over The mean, old man is dead Lyin' on the ground Bullet in his head She stood at the foot of the guilty bed last
pockets fat remember all them late nights remember all them hood rat bitches on my muthafucking dick cause I had these riches put the cops on my jock cause I'm slangging rocks on
