I've traveled every country, I've traveled in my mind It seems we're on a journey, a trip through space and time And somewhere lies the answer to all
Übersetzung: Rob Rock. Move On.
Squad Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody
Countin lucci. Nigga I got banks to rob Convertable Saabs. I'm married to the mob Biggie [Biggie Smalls:] Frank White the desperado Used to rock
Murda on the government, take me No surrender, no retreat Might as well say, Fuck this rappin', what's happenin? Layzie goin out blastin I'm smashin on
boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking
first pre-elected Rock'n'Roll Band (The sound of Musik) Bang-Boogie, say up jump the boogie, do the rhythm on the Boogie the beat (The sound of Musik
want Ghost, on both ways Come here, sit on my lap, it's not a gat, sugar Have a seat, don't be afraid to move back Feel that? You'se a nasty girl Big
man) The chrome needle got busy like broke phone receivers (Get that money man) Blackhanders, stand up (Boom!) Bitch, rock up cheap With Knick's the size of Chris Rocks
sold rocks [Main Flow (of Mood)] We dealing with NARCS and cases Deaths over parking spaces Evil hearts are races, or higher dark places Brutality on
is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny Just give me a beat,give me a stage to stand on I know that none ya'll ever planned on A dude from L.A. who could rock
had mad connects, but half of them would have to risk life to make a million was the biggest goal on her rife she just engraved it, small, right on the
Tell'em move some fuckin' units or I'll break your friggin knees Emcees don't even wanna battle me now My put my lyrics up because I started knockin' bitches out Interrupt rock
at the bottom, 30 mo at the top All invisible set in little ice cube blocks If I could call it a drink, call it a smile on da rocks If I could call out
the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate Let you know
wavey low ceaser, navy four seater Girls is snobby, money is my hobby Cats want to rob me, coupes is wide bodied So I'm like mami, move down a seat Next
you wanna die? I know where you reside right there on the East Side Street wise, I don't just roll alone we ride Loon all smoked up, Meeno wanna rob you
