veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I
Перевод: LA Guns. Не смотри на меня так.
.'s and REBEL MEN Grip quick, cock squeeze and LEVEL MEN to SETTLE IT (From L.A. to) B.K., from B.K. to (L.A.) Persistant and insistant on doin it our way
just don't move me you're minor, we're major you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player don't make me have to call your name out your crew
scarin me so they tried the flashlight therapy I looked at the black one and called him a traitor I don't give a fuck if you got a beta Just take
get clap nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga Don't get tired in these streets My nigga
me You see me and chills run up your spine Hardly even in the same war, but your heart ain't like mine Press, they look at me like I'm a menace I
on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way
guns they'll never find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A
to relax but I can't I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the
life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me
, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets
sleep think they found a way to blast me Grossly mutha fuckaz tried to choke me Sliced they throat look in my eyes now slowly Your oldie that?s for takin
? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say i do it big that's the only way (ay
in a different way The dead society of a poet Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at
don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all
too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin'
and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah, yo Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a