I don't wanna go to hell Nobody in their right mind wants to But very few have done the things they have to do To get to the promised land
Перевод: Короля X. Go To Hell.
nose, we'll see how it goes [Chorus x2] It's shear hustle, I bob, weave, deflate your beer muscles We're tussling, the crowd's starting to cheer us And adrenaline's
s your thing if you like the switches But it's my world and fuck all my X-bitches (Chorus 1) (Chorus 2) [Ice Cube talking] Never go down the same
Chorus: Repeat 1x] [Verse 3:] I ain't neva killed nobody I promise I promise if u try me U gone have to rewind dis track and make me go back, dat nigga go
the miracle whipped you Demons and haterz who tripped, listen I really feel, My villain T-Will when he spit fuck them plus anybody They go get and shit. [Chorus] [Repeat 2x
California sunshine, in the summer time [4x] Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the grand lux, Most recent was 50 in Angola, that’s what’s up,
[Chorus: repeat 2X] I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me It's going down like
Makin' her sweat [Verse 1: Plies] What's my biggest turn on in a women? One that's flexible I'm talkin' her limbs not her schedule If you ain't it's
Shit that I needed stuck with me from the classroom Real talk now who's the king of New York now Boys got safe's in the house I got a vault now Yeaaaaaaaaaa (Chorus x
we start messin' up you know you get big when you leave It's a damn shame but that's the way that it gotta be huh Look at Malcolm X Martin Luther King
di city (That's what's up!) Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!) Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!) That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)
now Ya?ll mothafuckers, know the deal It's Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress Hill Gotta sip that bud, ya?ll know what's up It's D double dash, don?t give
by the quarter past 3 she was pounded by the beast King of the underground king of the sheets Can't even put it in your mouth, bitch go to sleep [Chorus] [x
more cops, no more Rodney King's No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means AIDS don't exist, plus my sex life's terrific I get a
whole globe hears when I perform my shows [chorus 2x: killah priest] We go from hard times to part-times From part-time back to hard times That's the
doorways, out in cold for four days It's like that all day We gat rollin 60's, for over 50's Triple-oh's in the windy cities Latin Kings, Manhattan Queens
my wife's my stripper You go sister, teeth on my zipper After we make love, we read scriptures Then we look at our child's pictures Priest the livin saga
