a L.A. driveby by Droppin' bombs in songs y'all keep singin' along So smooth it couldn't never go wrong This is a test Yo dig when you buy a rap record
Перевод: Paris. Это тест.
I come through sicker than a L.A. driveby by Droppin bombs in songs y'all keep singin along So smooth it couldn't never go wrong This is a test [Verse
a dog, call me a blood hound Throwing Blood in the air, leave blood on the ground Russia got a red flag, U.S. got red stripes Last Train to Paris, around
not fly as ?ellequad? The new edition, is this the end of your last night? in the daytime, you couldn't see me with a flashlight I crash flights on sights
you suprised, no matter how you try, I'm fly as eliquie, The new edition, is this the end of your last night, in the day time you couldn't see me with a
'm a dog, call me a blood hound Throwin' blood in the air, leave blood on the ground [Game - Verse 3] Russia got a Red Flag US got Red Stripes Last train to Paris
. Who is this creature - Who? - What is he? - What? - How did he come to be there - How? - Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of a man
tempt me I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you There is a genie in that bottle of that Don-Pari'on I'm a drink till I get to that
I rather ride a bike with a walkman instead of walking and roll up to some freak chicks and start playing and rollin with my peeps to the flicks without paying A hook up is a
you can read me like a book. Erotic fiction in the kitchen, we'll experiment with foods. Leftovers on my boner puts me in a mighty mood. Okay, I'm a
you do, not tempt me I'll run up and squeeze And put a hole in you, hole in you There is a genie in that bottle of that don-pari'on I'm a drink till
no "1 Night in Paris", ain't no "Pamela Anderson" And you won't be embarassed. Now just relax a little, act a little let's have fun So arch ya back a
[Chorus] This is the C section Rippin and wreckin the lyrical legends sendin y'all to mic club heaven This is the C section A lyrical legend second to
and reach The hearts of people who really truly give a damn about music Whether that is a man or woman Book book book book book I could write a book
test a, 25 lighters on my dressa' , yes ah, breakfast being served by a hoe that look like Genie, she press my every wish and keeps a tight ass bikini tini, tiny as a
ringer. Who is this creature - Who? - What is he? - What? - How did he come to be there - How? - Hush, and Clopin will tell you It is a tale, a tale of
into her mouth where I found a cycle and ever since then, I've been on a downward spiral this round is final, it's time to recover because it's a porch
