I'll be there, I'll be there I'll be there, I'll be there I'll be there I'll be there Yeah Yeah I'll be there
Перевод: LA Guns. Я Буду Там.
is a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'
I be up in the mix of action If I'm not at home puffin lie relaxin I lay got a nigga depress so I wear a stuff (?) underneath my gest In the life filled
You think I just got lucky and didn't work for this shit? Bitch. I've been working at this ever since I was a kid, I played a million empty shows to
had to get behind a nigga like me They must thind I'm a gee they both walk up with the g. l. o. c. (Freeze! There was a robbery and the nigger looked
man And I'm a buisness man in the city, don't force the kid I'm a gangsta once I cross the bridge and I toss yo wig Frontin niggaz, don't fake for me
let me hear ya say.. yay-yaay.. yay-yaay Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start
We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda Ya'll ain't feelin (who) Ya'll don't like (who) Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (
I'd rather be buried than be worried diffrent than be held down My game plans to be trained well Military mind of a thug lord sittin' in a cemetary car I
' rough I mean, then will I be black enough Oh wait maybe I'll jack a truck Full of cigarettes, guns & drugs & stuff [Chorus 2x:] Get that I wish I would
stop me, ever since I dropped "Paparazzi" I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit I transmit
here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there Yo, I got
be retreaters While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns
C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if
, I'ma kill your mother and I don't care if I die 'Coz all that mean is that I gonna join my little brother Dog, I had a hard life and I'm in love with
you fuckin' right While I was raised on my fuckin' life I did my time on them corners, now I lead the fuckin' life Large dollars, guns and ice Is nothin
drive it I'm, on the roof, guns under the armpit Yellin' out, yo sawed off, hand on the pump And I'll pump a cannon first man that jump I got a punch that'll
