we lived we felt so alive I saw a flash in the corner of my eye Behind the closed door there's no light Yeah it was only 4 songs & a fight [Chorus]
Перевод: Звуки. 4 Песни и борьбы.
way we lived we felt so alive I saw a flash in the corner of my eye Behind the closed door there's no light Yeah it was only 4 songs & a fight [Chorus
taste good like a handful of cherry licorice Practice your rhyme or be the local practitionist Well you can try bein a doctor or bein a local obstetricianist
a nigga head, Then they dead, Streets is talkin, He ain't always been a gangsta, Soon as my brother died, It was me and a stainless Chorus
some crazy shit But I stop, repent Kept God in my sights Recognize it was a fight Either youa??re wrong or youa??re right Let the song be the light Eternally
B-Real's verse] You got the Real-a Swingi' of my nuts Cube Killa Break maself niga, huh! Dick-a lick-a You ain't a killa You a busta Muthafucka Bitch
when I'm in the dark They said we'd neverlast but we're still strong That's why I dedicate this song - C'mon [Chorus - 4X] [sound of someone blowing out a
jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt
stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im
all blind and dumb dancin' Never let a record that wreck become rampant See the street copycat the crap rap and songs Not knowin', "There's a Poison
him We're sorry, there's no way that you can possibly get a refund" A thousand dollars and a weekend island drained But a lesson well learned, so let me explain There's a
on the Prowler Blaze up a blunt as I tell you all about it Kill'a of the Hill'a, crawl like caterpillar Pour a fo-fo up in my grapes as for real'a This
hope somebody brought a bag of weed I like them flavored blunt wraps Or a peach white owl But here, I'm in a hurry So just pack a bowl for now It's still
Chorus: x4 Verse two: Fierce animal with horsehair down her back With a stolen g-string, sporting a zirconia ring Out the cracker jack box Even though her private parts smell like an ox Open a
a ride where playa hatin killers and the hood niggaz thrive And lame motherfuckers can barely survive [Verse 1] One morning I woke up next to a thick bitch Took a
me, While I move like that, Sixtrain Impalla, A fucker Maybach, Bottom line, Yeah go deep, Spend a lot'a points in the middle, Consult a fuck in it,
