This is what ya call action Never got nothin' to do She never wants to be seen hangin' with me No way gonna lose Goin' out tonight Don't wanna sit around Goin' out
this is what ya call action never got nothin' to do she never wants to be seen hangin' with me no way gonna lose goin' out tonight don't wanna sit around goin' out
Übersetzung: US Bombs. Goin 'Out.
you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped. And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And that's how the thugs
holusenate A pound cast 6 in New York But its half in Miami Nigga move your wait My dimes be 1 point O's, 20's be 2 point 2's Bring a snack and some fruit
good too punk You're one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish [Irv Da Phenom] (?) take notice I'm approachin, scopin out where the cushion at Snatch her out
it ready Cause I'm heated like an AK-47 spittin bullet fuckin lyrics out of me Well that's somethin, That's crazy, Jackson He's amazin action, Stay in
yea) This shit gets serious mayne (aight, let's do it shawty tell 'em) [Hook] - 2X ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's get serious mayne! ATTENTION!!! - Let's
here I Come{wats hannin} I'm lookin for the store With da all White Yums It's S.O.D. Money Gang Yea dats da Crew Arab on side Thought u already knew
It's him or me when the wars on My new tapes out now the south areas' a war zone I send letters from the pen to my true locs It's time to ride my nigga
myself, to a money machine I'ma get till I can't, wit tha U.P.T. It's chicken hawk, Whoo-Bangin out tha Dub-S-C [Hook] (Mikkey) Now introducin Mikkey
go? With my eyes closed I can hit nine folks You want the beef nigga? Here the prime roast My mic's the gun, the bullet's the 9-volt Fuck the convo,
O-Double-G-Y Chorus It's a crazy mixed up world, it's a Doggy Dogg World It's a Doggy Dogg World, it's a Doggy Dogg World The Dogg's World {Verse Two
we drillin 'em We like George Foreman out in the streets, we grillin 'em In the van, .45's and dilly's, ready to slam it House arrest box is goin off,
bombs from the arm like Galvatron [Verse Two: U-God] United Nations, gun fire style patient Formulatin rap plural acapella occupation Conquer land like Napoleon, military bomb
lyrical blunt makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the
