Police on my back) Hiding (Police on my back) Running (Police on my back) Hiding (Police on my back) I'm running down the railway track Could you help me? Police on my
Well I'm running police on my back I've been hiding police on my back There was a shooting police on my back And the victim well he wont come back What
Перевод: The Clash. Полиция на спине.
is weak (Another one) And he has no style (Ugh) Whatcha got for um? [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ok.Let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on. Dr.Carter to the
physicly swing dem, thats why i haven't clashed anybody since long son den some win seng, If i hear mans say my name al ring them, if i hear any skeng talk on
I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest And even my attire and my choice of dress And not long ago I don't spoke English My point is police
dig that They call me Prospect, I just came back from? Had this track on pause, now I'm back on course It's lost on the Ave, tryin' to take my life from
't ever mention Dash or Hoffa It's a Harlem thing dog, you'll clash with Mobsters Remember me? Got jumped on TNT Next week, back pump TNT All my niggaz
And he has no style. (Ugh) What cha? got for ?em? Verse 1 (Lil Wayne) Ts?Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on. Dr. Carter to the rescue.
, originality, ugh, his flow is weak Another one and he has no style, ugh What?cha got for ?um? Okay, let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on Dr. Carter
just an Audioslave on the run, in a SoundGarden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come. My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin. Trying to find my
the home of all showdowns Come into my kingdom, sirens rattle eardrums It ain?t one on one no more, it's gun on gun Bullets take the place of fists,
' out on the Dice-a My style gets nice-a and nice-a The blood riser, open ya eyes, sir And realize you don't wanna be in my'sa You so selfish You out
cats, my crew's in the back Losing it black, I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped
