Testi:
A L T Take You Back

back" ("Yeah... ") "Take it back" ("Yeah... ") "Take it back" ("Yeah... ") "Take it back" ("Yeah... ") [Verse 1: A.L.T.] I take you back in my past

3: Mr. Ski] My attitude is real rude I put you in a situation, then I show you, you still due You're actin' like westcoast ain't dealin' up Everytime we did a

swang, I rattle when I bang A T.V. VCR in my car, like Bruce Wayne Ain't a damn thang changed, we on a mission Ain't no competition, for my stretched

D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A J D-Troit I to the L-L-A [x2:] With that raw shit Turn

like a waving flag. And then it goes back and then it goes back and then it goes back Born to a thrown Stronger than Rome a violent prone poor people

they never come to see you when ya money gets low (Low) Then let the record show that you could never love a ho In debt to treat the baddest bitches like

from Pac-Jam Handsome Harry, you know the brother was strong He ain't dared any man to get him wrong L.A. Jay, this young brother doesn't play He'll strong

little brothers not a gangster I'd like to take a little bit of time to just thank you for buying imitations to weak toys you've spawned a new nation

You could be a fuckin accountant, not a dope dealer youknowhatI'msayin? (Go to school nigga, go to school) Fuck around and, you pimpin out here You could be a