so who's to blame Six-pack! They say I'm fucked up all the time Six pack! What they do is a waste of time Six pack! Six pack! Six pack! Six pack!
Перевод: Black Flag. Six Pack.
, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to
vanished off Took off, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag
is supplying things Hoop dreams, dunking over cars, let the choir sing [Verse 10 - The Game] Yo, it's that black raw, black dog, pulling up on that black
with my best friends Today you see and then you cruise through the West end They should've said it was Six Flags Over Georgia Then underground, my Tuesdays would be packed
then again It's a shame how niggaz act when they approach us Buck and Boot Camp, is like fuckin' with roaches You need a black flag for that Better yet, you need a black
Stronjay Five foot six, body thick, hair silky She could make the hardest man melt and turn milky Bugged out shit, one eye was hazel, one was blue Lips fully packed
a sidewalk with four old men slappin' dominos down a city, a village, a neighborhood, a ghost town I saw vandals catching tags and Puerto Rican flags
your gat, jammed tight, ross your lookin to riff (what the fuck? ) Qb's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six, sayin
clips Peeped your gat, jammed tight, Ross your lookin to riff, what the fuck? QB's type shit, cause we runnin your clique See me in the drop, with your six
tell me Going to a go go, everybody Going to a go go It doesn't matter if you're black It doesn't matter if you're white Take a dollar fifty A six pack
flipping 4-4's but I bet he ain't tipping Dick riding the slab from the grain that I'm gripping hollow tips in the clip might leave a nigga limping Flag
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to.. Ghost here they come
, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G Run, I will knock your bug, no, quick flag the car down Take me
up iced down a cool ambition Just to relax and let the six-pack summer roll Slow and steady, I'm so ready Uh, oh another six-pack summer
foot six, body thick, hair silky She could make the hardest man melt and turn milky Bugged out shit, one eye was hazel, one was blue Lips fully packed