coke proper Right amount of flour siffin' it up Coke spots runnin' by the hour, shiftin' it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats, don't rumble
touch with all them bustas in my rear view but see they game, so lame, I can hear through I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice) Six pack
a real man I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead Well, it's half past ten, another six pack in I can feel the rumble like
Mr. Sawed off leathaface[leathaface,leathaface] x2 Krayzie Bone a?? Verse 1) It's the nigga that pack that witcha's jump an gets tha pump Yeah nigga
're my first, you're my last, you are burning like a fire Nananananananana, nananananana Nananananananana, let's sing together Say go, say when, say now, say hit-it, Ready to rumble
In a world full of pretty things You carry out only what you bring in Square your shoulders Lift your pack And lay your feet back down on the track This
a rocker Watching Father Knickerbocker Being busy I'm getting dizzy When shadows creep, in my bed I tumble But never sleep for I hear the rumble In the
if they give it to him What if they don't give it to him, that would ruin everything I gotta take it to him myself [CHORUS] She packed all that she
the big game Dive in a pile of riches, fly bitches Chain fridged when you, make it to the big game Get money, big money, big fame Spot packed out, and
citizen, look out You can't fuck with me I'll drive you to the ground Okay Jerome, open the high hat, here we go Rumbling, rumbling, yes Keep that pocket
to the metal in a monster truck / A full tank and a constant rush. Bliss: I just jump to the front like a track at Daytona / With a super fat 28 pack
much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious Get message to Cheeba, in need of assistance right now Then I get the rumble on the hip, I hit
much as I can tryin' not to get blam off in a vicious Get message to cheeba, in need of assistance right now Then I get the rumble on the hip, I hit
the ground You don't want to rumble or cry round Toss and tumble My voodoo do, so my poetry Now chicken blood or poultry My victim been shook by a pack
B's sold fifty gold, sixty platinum Shacklin' the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets, Queen B's ease the guns in Rumble
It was a cold day in London Dark clouds rumbling Grabbed the yellow pages under the bed I noticed an ad, it said 'Indian summer', '10 days of wonder' '
' down yo' brain (Tenth round!) I could be surrounded by lions In the midst of the jungle And still I?m a rumble (Ladies and gentlemen) Young man rumble
I'm your Testarosa. First gear Watch me go, keep 'em in fear Rumble, young man rumble Brother won't fumble, muthafukas just crumble Gaskets crank,