away from Me, me, me, me, me, me Oh, my soul There's a hole Oh my soul Dust cake boy, boy, boy Woah, dust cake boy he fucks Woah, he fucks real God
Übersetzung: Abenteuer im Spielzeugland. Dust Cake Boy.
you be it your of it You breathe it we need it bring it back for the hustlers Have you dust off the hammer dance can't touch this C'mon playboys bring your cars back out Cause your boy
The gun die, day one Life Stories, Black 99 Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby it's on I think I'm about to feel something here We here baby, bad boy Bad boy
aboard, and jump on the Ganja Bus We now want the new weed, beat under us Rollin' up, roll like we thunderous Somkin' up, Rasta not sprinkle dust Too
[Mad Child:] Calculated cold blooded killer A methodical animal of the dusk I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born
on teeth, baby I'm bubblin' Up like crack, Luck strike back Wreckin' all this mics got my money on stack Hold up, come dust me off pass me the weed (puffing
say, ah Never mind the phony, you lookin' kinda lonely I want to be ginuwine, can I grind that pony? Y'all never ever, ever, ever could live my life, boy Could life my life, boy
ll see what's up Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily I'm amazin', I always bring the heat Pull the cake
one From the shotgun, cats was close, wondered how we got done [Eve] Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me I show
sandwich Each man and woman girl and boy put down their ploughs and pots and toys And pulled until kerack oh joy they broke right through the peanut utter sandwich A puff of dust
you're vestless, don't mess wit Texas Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Texas, that's us, and in glocks we trust, cause uh Ashes to ashes, dust to dust Glock
Killer Yo, check what happened out of state I'm knocking off a half-a-cake Cash Rule, flying at a fast rate I smoke the black dust kept my hands clutched
great sense of wha Synchronization of the hip, gyration of the old time New Right, Back to Back, man or no man no matter oh man Boy or boy, girl or girl
la familians Gettin' ya touched, down the cut Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust
' drain, lookin' for kaperz My people say it's a shame They say I hate ya but I tell 'em it's all in the game I'm a dust taper I'ma a young money maker
From the shotgun, catz was close wondered how we got done... Eve Yo yo, E-V-E My dogz believe in me Petty thugz hide yo cake, never teasin me
a hustler on the go You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust
