Übersetzung: Junge Scrap. Nasty Mind.
Übersetzung: Junge Scrap. Mit Blick auf einen City.
rap:] like what it is where it at what's popin shorty show me where it at [singing:] she said she like it when the bass drop [Verse 3: Young Scrap] She
uh uh uh ah chea come and talk to me/uh-uh-uh-uh check it out! verse 1- now c the young boy handsome, ma quite sexy i beat it with a bat if the young
we burn the other week Now we got him in a smash, blast How long will it last 'til the po' gettin mo' cash Until then, raise up! Tell my young black males
girl And we cant leave her, not like that, not like that! But damn, I think she gone! Here come the po-pos and we scrap, scrap! So we made our getaway
: Everyday it was almost the same thang 'Cause it's all about survival of the fittest What you are about to hear will portray The image of a young black
scrape your taste buds out and feed you the best meal you ever had, You won't be even able to taste it. I'll uhh, scrape your eyes out and put on the
touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up [Young Zee] Yea Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red Till she choke and scrape her
over black stoves Cook it till bubble double even when it trap slow Rizzle got couple what the fuck I wanna rap fo What you think I'm strapped fo what I gotta scrap
save the children But first, we gotta save our spoons I was taught not to waste my food Even if I didn't like it, every scrap on my plate got chewed Either
When I first needed you - yeah, when I first needed you Cars passing by - representing my life I ain't old but I ain't young enough to cry like a baby
: It's not that bad. We could have died. Chalk it up to being young Prove it was me. On a morning drive On a blurred headlight From the corner of my
chick, indian and black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn I'm gettin fat Arroz con pollo, french fries and crepe An appetitite for destruction but I scrape
: (feat. Beanie Sigel) [Beanie Sigel] Damn how am I gonna say this shit? hey... hey dad, yeah it's your boy remember me? I wanna talk to you scrap
I'm a stone dead tripper Dying in a fantasy Like a cracked open sky it helps you to die Don't split it scrape it You're screaming automatic pain Too young
bread appears Picked through the summer by young and old Whose earnings must last through the winter's cold By children who have stood with their backs bent down To scrape
a plunger I do this shit cause I wanna, not to sit in a Hummer (what?) I've been sicker than Wonder, who's been sick since he was younger The game's
