Tekster:
4 Taste

No, no Cold wind's blowing, confusions growing Signs showing, nobody's home Peer through your window, nothing but an empty soul Where'd you move? Where

like you Put your foot on these motherfuckers' necks Do it to 'em, daddy, do it to 'em As my Daytons spin, lowrider sittin' low Hittin' corners so hard, you can taste

microphone and proceed to roar [ ROUND 2: MC Taste ] Are y'all set, all prepared to start Move in close cause here comes the dope part By the way, I'm the Taste

Mask Waka Waka : And I'm toting a glock 40 waka flaka flame - wakaaaaaaaaaaa ! abcdefghijk ..... .......p waka (x4) pow !(x5) yeah (x7) flocka(x4) qrstuvw

) Tracks 1,2 & 3 from "The Thrash of Naked Limbs" e.p. Vile 37T. Tracks 4,5 & 6 from "I Am The Bloody

But I like to do it [Dance Break] Most girls I meet are quite savage Always tryin' to grab up on my package The say I look yummy and they want a taste

come on Over and over Come on, come on, come on We all wanted this Come on, come on, come on Over and over It's such an unusual kiss The smell, the taste

spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes 4 bad

spend yours Disagree? Well that's you and I'm sorry Imma keep playing these cats out like Atari Wear ideal shoes get love from the dudes 4 bad ass