chine ?e tutti sti culure me regne ?o core stu paraviso ce manche sulo tu vicino a me! cammino ancora e veco mille sciure n?arcobaleno?e mille culure
s mine, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin Feelin one-eight-seven That's how it is, and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission to check a mill
huh - batter up [St. Lunatics] I'm the first to swing I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings Fuck a dub, smoke an ounce, show me love
you yappin' I open up the tripod to put the gatling on, and I start clappin' Nasty man, from baggin' grams and runnin' from cops to a mill' on the hand, a mill
of cash Keep a strap on me, a mill' on the tab Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junior doing time, kicking up his feet A mill'
my shit We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill A real nigga not the run of the mill To come and spank me
baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now? Verbally I crush, brains erupt Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill
the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack Still a logo in the back We banging out, that taylor gang Dub to
, then bailin' Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat Mission, to check a mill
fuckin' bullet nigga Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
was a child So you talkin' that baby talk like, who's talkin' now? Verbally I crush, brains erupt Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust Run of the mill
) I can pin a marajuana nigga, love it like my mama nigga, an if yo sacks ain't actin up, back it up, ain't no dub's like the ones I got, an I'
, fuck hoes, cut low-lows Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo' hoes Hey what can I say, it's the american way I'm jacking for mill-i-ons, I'm loved from
this fool up on 75th who had a safe and a whole lot of yea Two six-fours and a ragtop sittin on them thangs He said this motherfucker was worth ten mill
the West Coast I'm the big Chief-a Grim reaper, maybe that bring me that, yellow lack still a logo in the back we banging out, that taylor gang dub to
I got drinks that stand on top try and stop, pop, pop, pop It's the mister fo fifth told 'em cookin' coke with baking soda Dub roller, pro smoker, wood
think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the dub like Wu
