veins But that's alright, my baby Don't look at me that way Yeah, I did not fake it Don't look at me that way A circle feels like a direction And I
Oversættelse: LA Guns. Må ikke se på mig på den måde.
on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a Cuatro Cinco The set up, tryin' on my way
guns they'll never find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A
to relax but I can't I lean up, ain't the L or the refer that steam up, that steam up It's my head stress to the point I get a fever Thinking bout the
life, Facing a brick wall at a stand still Was it a dream or was it reality Now it's a nightmare hunting my sanity Thank the Lord up in heaven ain't mad at me
, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets
sleep think they found a way to blast me Grossly mutha fuckaz tried to choke me Sliced they throat look in my eyes now slowly Your oldie that?s for takin
? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say i do it big that's the only way (ay
in a different way The dead society of a poet Homie I'm focused but thats something that a dude can't prove I mean fair, I was damn near invisible at
don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all
too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets, then jail where I die at And I'm ashmatic, so I'm lookin'
and restaurants, I don't know) Yeah, yo Aiyo, I couldn't get enough from the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a
by my two-way Now I'm try'nna hold my hammer up and my pants too If they don't kill me, they gon' give me a number I can't do Rather it be the streets
L O L O Dey Know Dey Know [Verse 5: Lil' Wayne] (HA) Now what I look like And if it ain't money then I don't look right And that don't sound right I
SP Killer, L O X, L O X, motherfucker Niggas, don't know how we bout to come this time No more shiny suits, none of that shit We gonna R U double F R
chestless There ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless Young buttadundy shit that you won't do So go ahead with that bullshit you blab
