dear This sickening dance I've got the calluses to prove to you that I've been bruising too This is it, we can't get back what went away Locked to our
Перевод: Командующий Венеры. -Н-Lock Чейз.
yeah, Somalia Yeah, I spit it for my block, it's an ode, I admit it Here the city code is lock and load, any minute is rock 'n' roll And you rock 'n'
whole world changed and it feels odd Can?t believe it, this is what I tell God I made it, upgraded, man I found me a dream and I chased it I was wasting
feds had my phone tapped Toted on talk in the Range with the pipe rack Chips might be up under the whip Oh shit forgot to toke the hero'n right under
day we might get it together...fulfill the whole plot/ I aint gotta mention how I feel about that other thug, Flesh Bone here you go..some lock-down-love
it! but dat nina rush shout for me when im angry..yah!, hollygrove biatch! sloppy like joe ya bettah go get G.I...all my guns knee high, m-o-n-e-y thats
into town, rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear Down Flamingo lane Well, the maximum lawman run down Flamingo Chasing
slaves I get up, look out the window hope the sun shining down on the niggas out there frontlin'n I hit the street and seem them boys out there locking
's and tapes help generate papes E-F is the important Def G-good, H is what style be When I grab the microphone and MC Roll off the tongue like L M N
my nickels and my dimes (my dimes-my dimes) And ain't nobody gonna block out my shine (shine-shine) [Z-Ro] They got me living in a '56, Mass L My locker
on the beach 'Cause you movin' on up, showin' all love That cush on the table, you could roll it all up Your friends all hate whenever I come out 'Cause I got you locked
it plays, levels from the bass They chase but they'll never catch my patt-er-ns Soul surrounds this Plant like the rings upon Sa-tur-n Yo, I'm fatter
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game Heard you might be comin home, just got bail Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase
Verse 2: V-Dog] We from the South part ah town where the police we hate Ah lotta niggas die young ah lotta bitches get raped So if you violate fool, your ass we gon' chase
the range Battle the match and bang, I hold my gun up high Screamin', "Fuck 'em all" then I get in that as like cholesterol I got the game lock down
Think what I was in, family show up, an' the enemy They lay, got it locked wit ten rolls, if they spray, fuck it I'ma come back in the buck n'bloody
, blast these bitch ass motherfuckers Pour your dom on the floor, try to flow with me Duke 'em raw with them whores, hide ya hoes from me Your momma wanna chase