The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt
The body like soft serve drippin' down in the June sun I tried to shoot a thought, ah but the thought sunk Nothin' to do but scratch words in the dirt
Traduzione: Soul Coughing. Soft Serve.
don't know me ... They wanna blow me Cause the shit I floss wit sayin a lot for me [Verse One] I came into rap humble, I don't give a fuck now Serve
lonely British soldier wished he was back home again Come join the British Army! said the posters in his town See the world and have your fun, come serve
N-Fluenz) [Ant Banks] Up in your shit for the 4 it's the pimp style gangstas (Rappin' Ron, Ant Diddley Dog) And I'm the biggity Banksta Here to serve
round them big dogs [Verse 2] This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em He used to serve
size of Babe Ruth We hit em Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher Got the town locked with underground stock Around clock workers to serve
dock, and make 'em jump back [Backbone] Whattaya say Slic Patna (Say!) Can't complain Ev-e-rythang, everythang, ya know me mayne I'm a hustlin young nigga, keep me somethinn to serve
's fightin it, the fans be likin it Your face I'm wipin it, cause your mouth is dirty You're unworthy to THINK that you can serve me You heard me? These
can't get no women player, they don't want a war You can't sell no cane dawg, you too damn soft Me I sell it all player, from the hard to soft You just
us keep heaters on us Wit red lasers, now fair warnin sure shots wont graze us Wit hard corners spray blocks like Gators wit bundles on us serve trays
weebles up in deep east Oakland, smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino, dual exhaust sparkin, park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see
and the rain let in the hawser rolls, the vessel?s whole and Christ, it?s thin well I?d know that you?d offer would reveal it, though it?s soft and
Nigga dont test, that gauge's cocked, They drop the top, Me bloody me jackedt when buckin the pap pap, No need of a word when you served, You heard it
for the dividends I?m in it to win it The rest of these rappers that shit is on pause Got too many flaws you niggas is soft Thry lyrics is false the