to me patience, kindness, intensity, all abound never turn your back on your friends or family! call on my brothers i love you man call on my brothers (deep down inside we're all brothers
Übersetzung: Entzünden. Call On My Brothers.
worth to me patience, kindness, intensity, all abound never turn your back on your friends or family! call on my brothers i love you man call on my brothers (deep down inside we're all brothers
at gun point I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and Feel
Please bum me, you don't owe you money They ignite got flipped I got blow for a grip Sipping on a heinie (heineken) with my jamie boo besides me Thats my
oh (See 'em live) [Tech N9ne:] Mmm Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on The
Our Ring I Wanna Fight You (Fight You!) Put My Key In Your Ignition (Let Me) Ignite You (Errrrrrrrrrrrr) The Cops Keep Commin, The Cops Keep Commin To My
Ring I Wanna Fight You (Fight You!) Put My Key In Your Ignition (Let Me) Ignite You (Errrrrrrrrrrrr) The Cops Keep Commin,The Cops Keep Commin To My
s already on the block And them girls, already on the jock And them rims trilling on them shocks, niggas mouths drop Looking shocked, my raps thoed my
German Luger Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open with the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
happenin what? The beat become my soul, I'm goin out of control Look in my face as my eyeballs roll Back in my head and the mic glows red Step in my face
Suckers can all come kiss the tip Of my knob when I aim I don't miss Aim it to suckers that come around jockin On my tip when on the radio my recors
't [Incomprehensible] with no needle Music revolution like underground beetles Yeah, you can't rock it like us, bitch You need to shut the [Incomprehensible] up I'm on a mission, I'm on a mission Start the ignition
move on I see the flashing lights Just can't make sense of the bits It's like my mind is gone I got, got to get Get my head back on I got, got to get
at gun point I'm, the High Times, you get through my rhymes Suck on the pipeline, sit back and recline You gotta suck on, the fattie so come on and
He needs, he needs He needs someone to call This is for my gangstas, real niggas, ballas, trill niggas North side, South side, chunk ya deuce up Gangstas
