't you know, without the right food to grow you won't break the soil come summer. from punk house to punk house, it's always been somebody else's scene
Übersetzung: Kind Of Like Spitting. Szene.
don't you know, without the right food to grow you won't break the soil come summer. from punk house to punk house, it's always been somebody else's scene
I found out when she parties Hopped in the whip to check the scene There she was in VIP Lookin' so good What's up ma I'm Bobby V Then I spit that G-A-
on my enemy Be warned, defending me, like killing off a Kennedy I silly song M.C.'s get sent on base Type of nigga spit the Remy or laugh in ya face
streets are timin you Chorus [Nas] It justifies, Nas Escobar's leavin shit mesmerized Mega live, like the third world Decipher my deceiver make him a believer Spitting
I.P. shawty Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his thing Get ya shit together come on All the eight, nines, and dimes I'd like
president be like it's all yours, Lyrics courtesy of killerhiphop.com Weezy and Nicki bring the A-game, high stats, Go together like Ricky and his eye patch, Go together like
due Kind of like you was Jews And I put your whole crew on the deck just like a cruise Oh Deek we killing them Now check the dip in them Gripping on tracks and roll past like
coffins [Mad Child] Mad Child steppin on the scene like Batman Gold wings comin out my supreme backpack I'm old school, hardcore like Black Flag Chasin rappers down, I chomp 'em up like
spit the Remy or laugh in ya face This dig in my waste, is mastery, step out of place Shatter that ass, like glass, and break fast like a neglige Play
like a roach, can I make it last? Like a quick half ounce, another thing from the past You're the kind of motherfucker talking shit bitch I'm the kind
hood got more slack Than eighty-eight cowboys ridin' on horse back Top that! the Mexicans all that Strike like a snake and attack like a bobcat [Verse
Come and get some If you want some Yeah, welcome to "The Lounge" For jump off Yours truly, Guru Shut up, my man! BT on a track Playin' like that Comin
ima bad bitch on all fours the president be like its all yours Weezy and Nicki bring the A game high stats go to heaven like Ricky and his eye patch all up in it like
skills be on point like a flyin' dart Sometimes I feel like the messiah of a dyin' art A whole 'nother animal, not the kind that departed on the giant
We like the music with the vocals mixed low We speak of songs as if no one else knows So unoriginal, our M.O. Until something better happens Until we
we hang the phone But it's not like you're alone A scene as awkward, but not really like an end And it's not like we're just friends So strange to really like
