doe, I'll murder ever nigga not on this track I spit back, at any nigga claimin' he teflon The best on, be the next nigga get stepped on A sick dude,
Übersetzung: Drag-On. Der Hood.
got her twurkin n she be whistlin Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson BMW motorcycle drag
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and blue flash paint He leans on the hood telling racing stories, the
ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life but Everlast might die tonight, haha Fat boy murdered on wax
for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-ain't I'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage Pour ice in their pants and the
: (feat. Drag-On, The LOX) [Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don
: (feat. Drag-On) [Eve (Drag-on)] Ugh (Come on, uh) Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh) Yo, yo (uh, uh) [Eve
your whip It's true holmes Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone, get a new phone P-89 Ruger, two-tone This my house nigga not a group-on If a nigga
CAP To put my niggaz on the map, TO PUT MY NIGGAZ ON THE MAP Freak slacks as I stagger pack a dagger ready to drag or bag a punk in the alley, like an
strong, you niggaz cooked it wrong Ain't have 'em hooked for long I hit the hood wit' form Before Killa ever said "Let me put you on" Flipping, listen
world planted in me When I was just a child, I was misunderstood Til I saw your finger in the cloud, I was picked from the hood I was in the myst of a
of y'all cats never been upstate So why ya getting mad and all bent out of shape Gangsta rap? Come on yall was on roller skates And now ya trying to blow up on
Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on