can win if you try not to play a game Play your cards, oh, my love and I play again I wanna give love, I wanna share love with you She's gonna dressed in blue
Traduzione: Blue System. Vestita di blu.
it Where are the old trees? I can only see machines It?s time to put together everything we?ve learned and return to Paradise Then we will see the blue
the police, usin "probable cause" to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin for you boys in blue The system poisoned
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah uh, uh, uh I was swerving thru Queens Fully growin' benz Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system Banging
[Verse 1:] Rap clowns jockin haters wanna stop it I keep a pistol close don't make me have to pop it southside reppin packing all the weapons blue pano
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned
tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a t ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i
ain't up Until I'm in that casket, my time ain't up Tell you bout my lifestyle, I'll walk you through First mix the Louie wit the Johnnie-Walker blue
whips with chrome spinning Malice was true to the game for 9 innings We love sinning but now I answer for that Apologize to my fam, I got you all dressing
my steez Fuck the police, usin' probable cause to break laws Behind the badge you try to cover up your racial war I got somethin' for you boys in blue The system
I'm gettin' dressed for the jam about to jump in my Mercedes Slippin' on my dancin' shoes 'cause I'm a lady of the eighties It's Friday night, I just
'll tell ya why Ya see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun And I dress to at Ya see I got more clothes Than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I
head around I gotta laugh 'cause the neck, too, look like a glass house Man, that ice the motherfucker Don't forget the whip, twenty-inches and TV's Navigation system
. They hear you strumming on your guitar, Playin' those your mama's behind bars blues. Daddy's into Johnny Walker, Lock, stock, and barrel. He's a weird midnight stalker Dressed
ain't got no roots, rock rebel On stage they ain't got no roots, rock rebel Dress back and jump back, this is a blue beat attack 'Cos it won't get you
, they ain't got no roots rock rebel On stage, they ain't got no roots rock rebel Dress back jump back, this is a blue beat attack Jones'in won't get