I know your scared and little uptight Things just have not been right Be alright, it'll be alright We're gonna have fun tonight, yeah My little one A
Übersetzung: L7. Little Man.
realest that ever did it, feel me flow! And everybody want a little bit against a little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh! A little taste so they
more before 7 A.M. than most niggers do in their whole lifetime." [Cube] Huh-huh, huh-HAH.. "I'm comin!" [repeat 3X] [Cube] I'm comin! [Verse One]
: One night out in L.A. i met a mexicana with a butchy girlfriend who i thought was a man they took me to the alley to have a little chat people lined
is tucked, untucked, nigga you dies like numchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meanin no one must try No two, no three, no four, know why? Because one
that No matter how cute or big breasted A you heard she's got the boot She got to get the exit A little mad I didn't hit it So I dialed 7 digits to some
L] Uh, And listen more talk less [L] Watch all and trust none, demand your respect [L] And be ready to die for what you believe in [L] And ride all the
is black (Black) [x7] And I'm feelin' good Like a villian would If he was doin' bad Kill Superman Tied to a log Push into a saw Take a little dog Right
hear me though It's one of those Saturdays, and we're hangin Rollin 7 deep in my homie's station wagon Lookin all faded, eyes redder than a apple Stop at 7
other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Openin up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left I
other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left I try
most realest That ever did it, feel me flow And everybody want a little bit against A little Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh A little taste
(Bizzy) Yeah, Daddy's the crackhead Mama's just lookin' for love Marijuana, weedman, little thug We don't call him Steven Breathin' in the garden
less kick pick stick jump the pump grass, nooooow no bizz like showbizz, Brown THERE IS! babble vibrate the ground got speakers OW, OW, ZEEKERS! Verse 7: Dinco D L
baby hoodrat Yall remember way back then when it was 1985 all the way live I think I was about ten One of those happy little niggas singin the blues That
the Hair Cut Joe, man let me get my shit right cause Im not gone be the one to fall off, cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss, 26 up
pad in Atlanta and L.A.'s the same I ball til I'm bored with selections and assortments Of automotives worth a small fortune of course There?s the 7
