play You're in this just for fun You're a closet punk You closet punk Stay in the closet where you belong Stay in the closet where you've been all
Übersetzung: DRI. Closet Punk.
success is what I quest cause i'm fearless now tha streetz R Deathrow Chorus (cause i'll beat you down, like it ain't nothin') tha streetz R Deathrow (cause i
sunk deep Long niggaz bustin out they punk heat I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin that I don't wanna send nobody back
some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk and I got enough skunk to fill the whole blunt I take trips with
nigga Hav got a soldier It's gettin down it's goin down kid (I got this, I got this) I heard he might not live, I'm holdin back tears Told these broads
my back Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk Got R2D2 and Mork from
D-Loc] Look man, people try to tell me that I'm ruthless [Richie Rich] So when I'm kickin knowledge I be frontin on the schoolin [D-Loc] But you're wrong
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I
bomb pop truck I make rappers go back to the block They be like "maybe I was better off selling rocks" I'm Murphey Lee in the place to be punk And I
deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys But I ain't wettin' that I don't wanna send nobody back
music, so all I'd wanna got the room stumped I'm smokin', make dough like Trump Cookin' chowder to they chunk, punk Straight off dust, nigga trust I
shorties The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy Spark the lye, Q.B.C., yo, it's do or die In this business an' trifeness I finesse this for R.D., we
a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in Sharp ass claws and I break all laws In a while all jaws 'cause I'm perfect, no flaws Now I'm back to Farmers