Locked and loaded one more time Seeing if you can read between my lines As I sing my lover by I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it's sit
Oversættelse: Street Dogs. Låst og belastet.
Locked and loaded one more time Seeing if you can read between my lines As I sing my lullaby I keep dreaming of things to say In one ear and it?s sit
t play myself kid I respected my fans and made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes at night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen and
niggas get pumped Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow And
daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from V-O-P and N-C-C-V And
infested puss Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans National thunderstorms, step up and find your power Your records hot melt like yogurt and
hell on the streets You maintaining in the Bing, I'm surviving to eat Don't think am wilding, flexing whips and stuff Thinking I'm lost laying down Sex for trips and
and filled with plaques I ain't relaxed or laid back at home with my feet up I drop Pravda, lock and load, heat the streets up You weak fuck Shakin'
wrong No, until we meet again Hold ya head and stay strong Yo, got my mind On a place to hide from police Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' 'cross 12th street
old man log From y'all with the paint balls, horrible dogs Ten hut but I can pay for it fog, fog Somebody following me in my rear view And it probably
shut all your blinds If I'm, hard to find take two puffs and pass I'd stay back but my benz moved up a class It's Dock and Meth the format is real sickenin
the daily, and Peers get chilly, turnin macks fully Now they bandin, court rehanded and got remanded, faught A one to three degree from v-o-p and n-c-c-v And
it But west automatics that jam U don't Streets smarts and a cool education U need it Ditching school n getting laid and not paid U don't Ma- braveheart and
pumped thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped. And we goin' shut this whole thang down Going out with a big bang, pow! And
t play myself kid I respected my faans And made the high bid Sometimes I write my rhymes At night and fall asleep Wake up with new techniques Grab the pen And
the map was it you don't be silly Will he make the beats up? Nigga what? And 24th Street rip But even blood niggas got dubs on my shit And thug niggas
puss Lima beans drop down and grease your dirty jeans National thunderstorms, step up and find your power Your records hot melt like yogurt and you smell
