Standing in line For something to eat Dragging my ass Dead on my feet No more possessions Just my clothes Down on my luck And I'm sure it shows No confidence
Übersetzung: DRI. Standing In Line.
: Standing in line For something to eat Dragging my ass Dead on my feet No more possessions Just my clothes Down on my luck And I'm sure it shows No
I roll dolo with trees [CHORUS] [Steele] CB [E.K.R.] EK [Steele] PNC [E.K.R.] ZH [Steele] Smif-n-Wess [E.K.R.] FB [Steele] To the death [E.K.R.] NC [
roll a phat L up I only bomb shit I'm the bomb bitch, ecstasy pop it And then I'm rollin' like Otto Rocket I got it, no hold up I got it I'm at the summit
Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch I'm from Dade County (I'ma be forever thuggin', baby) Bitch I'm from Dade County Bitch
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
[Ali] D, E, R, R, T, Y (we back, we back, we back) We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo.. Aiyyo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Me) Nigga's ask me.. you know what I'm saying.. If I ever reach the top will I forget about them (what they say) So I ask nigga's if I don't reach
One, come one shorty, get with me nigga [Lil' Wayne] See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta Milk this game 'til it's sour Why I gotta do the backstreets
right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-m-i-g-h-ty C and E-z-i-r-e We see the f-u-t-u-r-e Should be a positive thang Body & Soul and you,
The PJ's! PJ's [Verse 2] Before I was signed, I used to move on the block All I wanted to do was rhyme, rhyme, rhyme Line for line, I make the blind
the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the line for the bathroom All the girls standing in the, all the girls standing
hip-hop was just cuts and beats I seen Wildstyle dug the scene I wanna be an MC, rock, rock on, know what I mean? I started crashin' rap contests Shootin
d-dang, diggy, diggy Bop, diggy, bop, d-dang, d-dang, dang Some pop, some lock, some move robotic Like cash money I stay in pocket U.M.C. r-r-r-rock,
stand strong and pass it on to the sons and daughters With your flow, and I?m proud to be all that I know Q B O R O, nigga who I?d die for, survive war