of everyone you want to be Now your skin is transparent Revealing yourself to me as a fake I see right through you Your only hope is to prey on the weak
Übersetzung: Bleeding Through. Slow Your Roll.
shadow of everyone you want to be Now your skin is transparent Revealing yourself to me as a fake I see right through you Your only hope is to prey on
Verse 2: Elzhi] I'm livin fast, but cash is movin slow in motion I'm goin through ups and downs like I'm roller coastin Ridin, hidin feelings behind a
the receiver bleeder Portfolio, lookin fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don
) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs cuz these westside niggas is harder thugs enslve us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis shootin' at your
quick Just for talkin shit Ride Rolls Catch hoes like a mitt LA, Atlanta, New York Yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit I get much props Because I roll
cock hammers or soldiers who roll deep I?m a child of the night, homie I don?t sleep My crew, we slow creep while you?re counting your sheep We bang
down Stocking slow, giving hoes crazy stares They on their stroll, and half of them I put them there I saw a bitch, kind of young, Chinese and black mix I roll
: [Chorus x2] I roll slow through my city and Norwalk be the spot Where Lil Cuete kicks it, drinking, smoking pot Strolling through the One-Ways, the
Rap vandals, stomp your ass like Randall McDaniel You cocker spaniel dogs, can't fuck with our catalog Put your lights out and leave your brain inside
quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit rocks Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much props Because I roll
for a new Fleetwood You know I'm rollin, I can't be faking I come through and all your hoes I'm taking You know I'm rolling, don't do no simpin I'm an
word, they got that word? Don't it smell so good, in Southwest where they rap that hood Protect your chest, they up to no good And come through flossin
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
tar, [Incomprehensible]) I start bustin' and they scatter like water bugs 'Cuz these Westside niggaz is harder thugs Enslave us but nothin' can save us from sportin' Ben Davis Shootin' at your
whiz past your earlobe and shit That's the sound of a nigga who almost felt it Got you runnin', dodgin', coverin', shelterin' Bullets rippin' through the fabric of your
Blah, to your face, hollow tips go chase drum rates erase, everyday in the face (4 real) I, I, shoot first, slugs leave quickly she test me, plenty, niggaz gone bleed
