Testi:
Belly Baby S Arm

Slow down. Slow down. Arms too tired to take up. Baby takes up arms. Arms too tired to reach my face And break it. Baby tags along, along. Lips too wide

I don't fight with a punk tonight. (C'mon.) Let's all get high tonight. Maybe nobody will die tonight. (C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon.) Let's all

I'm hidden in the scream When the virgin dies I'm the ache in the belly When your baby cries And I'm the burnin' sensation When the convict fries I'

life That's how Spliff's living Throwing niggas in caskets Tired of a yellow ribbons I buck my duck if you touch my one Rather Jamaican than belly boy

was noddin' up and down like he agreed a lot Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot" Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by

they got the addict itch That's the bundles put it all in your nose These niggaz is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you don

Father was from Trinidad, Tobago Mother was from Rio, de Janeiro She said please don't think I'm crazy But I've been in love with you since the 80's {?} cansando baby

CNN for knifing him in the neck I hear Clear Channel's been fightin him in the rec Who's in for givin' grape Kool-Aid laced wit STRY 9 to Mixtapes and arm

s fast then I Screw it, I gotta stay true to it It's the S-L-A-B, I got it tatted on my arm 15's be beating, like I be busting at Sadaam 17 years old,