angelaufen was hei?t das schon Am Morgen dann erwache ich Einem Haufen gleich Komm forme mich Glaubst du nicht Wei?t du nicht Horst du nicht Komm forme
you doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A.. In San Diego..motherfucker you ain't able to fuck wit me you ain't nothing then a bitch you ain't never been
Can't wait to see your face on your release date Believe me I haven't forgot about you Matter of fact the other day my moms asked me about you I told
me what that Low Pro like, biatch [Royal T] Step into the hood like a motherfucking G It's the number one vato in your hood, Royal T President of Latin
(feat. Bizz, Latino) [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, my homey's in the next seat It's the Royal, rims clean with the top
deep when we bring the pain [Chorus] Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't
can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) [Royal T] I blow hynas
up your chronic sack of weed Blaze that shit up, eses keep that shit gangstered up Time to drink up [Royal T] LPG gang, fool you can't hang Royal came
V, Lil' Rob) [Royal T] It's a cold world, so my heaters stay hot My shank stays sharp, don't make me stick in in your heart Body snatcher, don't make
The blue and white ones already out come get with this You see these other dudes With they tennis shoes But when you rockin' Reebok you know you can't
more health Ain't no good MCs left Cause their minds ain't right Wanna get a record deal But can't deal with the MIC Camouflage couldn't hide you From
no bucks at the end of the night and I'm drunk the crown royal Hennessy and Budweiser's no punk nobody to save me with the proper technique but I can't
pulling poor blankets over our sailors I'm sick of dour faces Starong at me from the T.V. Tower, I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies
Milking your moustache? or grinding a flower? I'm sick of dour faces Staring at me from the T.V. Tower. I want roses in my garden bower; dig? Royal babies
love you madly Hear the crowd roar to your sound Don't blame us if we ever doubt you You know we couldn't live without you Tessie, you are the only,
do you say? I said, TIME, TIME mag, mag You got me on the rag, rag Take your insults about the queen And shove them up your royal Timese machine But
consciousness Marble water bowl, my holy palms I rinse Wardrobe then I place my palms on my prints My seed came from me, no Immaculate Conception Just royal
drugs and police A wino with no teeth rose and said "Priest, go preach! " He had flames in his eyes, told me it wasn't from wine Opened his arms then
