Tekster:
Street Dogs Hard Luck Kid

know how the story goes Hard Luck Kid has us all asking, why? Once a shine in your mother's eyes Failed attempts now make her cry Hard Luck Kid when will

know how the story goes Hard Luck Kid has us all asking, why? Once a shine in your mother's eyes Failed attempts now make her cry Hard Luck Kid when

for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid aka Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah, I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah

Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin' hard To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin' 200 pounds and up Feelin' like you down on your luck

is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up Feelin like you down on your luck

is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up Feelin like you down on your luck

sad pups You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut 'Til you had enough cuz fuckin' with us is bad luck The temptation of pussy be hard to

is Nas Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin hard To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin 200 pounds and up Feelin like you down on your luck

thank god for that white They use to call me the pirex kid, aka young arm and hammer In the kitchen with the pots yeah work the glass Hard on 'em pimp