, I am the tree I’m everything you want to be Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d [
Что я знаю о любви чтобы тебя учить Девочка моя прошу не плачь это пустяки Мы сами строим это всё и сами разрушаем Я бы нажал на кнопку ХВатит если бы
Это просто ты и я мы два огня горим пылаем Мы с тобой как солнце и луна меняемся ролями были вместе но судьба сыграла жестоко с нами Давай пооткровеней
[Bonus Track] Girlicious, What, What Girlicious, What What, Girlicious, What Yah,... (Nic, Nat)Nic Nat Tiff Chrys thats who the hell we are bitch. Girl
run Cuz it's a girl's night It's alright without you I'm gonna stay out And play out without you You better hold tight This girl's night is without you Let's go G.N.O
К черту трубку мира! Тебя боготворили, Но теперь ты труп кумира. Фейки срут, но мимо. Ты калека и мы тебя несем на носилках, Ты первый рэпер с тюнингованой
top tray on Daytons Lifted side to side We hit the party deep Niggas was hawkin' me You could feel the vibe Of thick artillery Parliament was on, some O.G
Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Escape the killing fields Here we go I'm movin' off death row You gotta
Let me tell ya a little story 'bout my homeboy Ed Use to drink every day, straight 40's to the head You try to snap on him, he'd ask what you said You
the urban experience and struggle But to make things more plain and simple to the laymen I find Ice-T to be the dopest, flyist, O.G. pimp hustler, gangster
Everybody step back from the mic As I set it off All playin' the wall It's time to sweat it off Anybody with staatic oh please try I'll do ya like Godfather
Yo nigga your moma got two feet growin' out of titties Bitch fell down and kept runnin' Off to the studio late night It's time to cut another track It
{Yo yo Ice whats poppin' G I'm just coolin' out Shinning Mac, I was listening to your demo tapes Yo man you sound kinda hyped man, yo' gonna blow up this
man drive, man! Fuck it! Just get the fuck outta here, man! We boned down Vernon, made right on Normandie Left on Florence, gettin' through the E.T.G
It's been a long time since I hit you with freestyle High tech selections from the vaults of the ice files Kick back relax and watch as I melt wax Don
O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G. original gangster O.G
get out my face, sucker Or else you better be a good bullet ducker 'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop 'Cause I
Just checkin' my microphone once as I test your audio Increase the bass response hopin' the speakers blow I got no time to sit and flip and pop bullshit
