Testi:
Blues Cain Cain

It was early in the mornin', I heard the rooster call for day It was early in the mornin', I heard the rooster call for day I looked out my window and

shit I must admit, them cats that you fucking with They out to get, and you the flunky that they pit You copped a Benz, S Class with blue lens Got money

Randy Savage fucking around with third coast They can't hold me, Lil Yo me coming down that avenue Pop trunk, 'mote controll, third eyed, red and blue

B-Legit] The blues bitch, the blues hoe I know some niggaz in my crew, that done had 'em befo' I got the blues bitch, the blues hoe ("Stretched, I guess

's And been insane since Cain made his first murder Could take your brain cells much further Do the knowledge, be a observer Open your mind like the Blue

niggas, My desire is figgas Rockland bitch, why hire some killas? Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six Rock frost blue

sun, got me looking like a nice day Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables Boys N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on the turntables Boyz N' Blue, Mr. Rogers on

down Strapped up muddy cup, when I'm rolling round Lil mama looking fine, come and floss with a boss Candy gloss paid the cost, all win no loss Candy blue

might, learn some thangs I don't understand your plan, let me get this right You broke, but you grinding all day and night You on the block pushing caine