Traduzione: Costa Crew. Costa.
searching for something higher Fortune and fame [Chorus] [Verse 3: Kastro] Searching for fortune and fame Lost in the rain A lose of the game With life the cost
me I was blessed use my gift But it was hard to stay away from that gangsta shit (so hard) Young eyes attract glitter like glue Running with a crew doing
Aiyyo what's goin on it's Ahmad on the microphone Bout to tell y'all about the Palladium Me and my boys, the Joneses crew in the house Kick it [Ahmad
we got, we got, we got Tha Liks "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker
cap sopra agl?altri non c?e piu rispetto, datemi un?altra crew di toy che prendo e la spezzo. Competizione, sul mic ol vagone, devi farlo ad ogni costo
When you walk in the bar, And you dressed like a star, Rockin' your F me pumps. And the men notice you, With your Gucci bag crew, Can't tell who he'
to stay It's the cook coke man, one 'mo gain How the fuck you gettin dough when you look broke man? It's the mink coat man, cost me nothin See me jumpin
notice I never fall victim to no one The truth that'll fuck tracks in the booth with a Trojan Respect due cause whole crew, is professionals Quickly show
t recognize Slug or the effects he'd have when he disrupts the class mission bound, twisting around my realm of lost cash is expensive, I think O can smell the cost
M.C. di professione, atipico per vocazione fuori dagli schemi, dai soliti temi, immune ad ogni classificazione. Libero, fottutamente vivo e vegeto, potenzio la mia crew
races with dime faces, sex on the white sand beaches of Saint Thomas, though this ain't promised, I'm as determined as them old timers, I wanna villa in a Costa
What keeps us here Is a few shining lights Who brighten our paths Whenever we roll through It's more than music Not part of some crew It won't last forever
and fiber optics where mercenaries is paid to trade hot stock tips for profits, thirsty criminals take pockets Hard knuckles on the second hands of workin class watches Skyscrapers is collosus, the cost
I never had a pocket that was broke Hate no one but love only a few Franklin, Grant and yeah mom too I run buckwild for self or with the crew But then
dream On the triple beam Little Bruce got the bomb ass cookies and cream And I'm servin' more kids than Chuck E. Cheese And a german chocolate cake'll cost
the mosh in pit. Barbequing with my crew chillin off my tits with a maid that?ll slave cook and wash my dick and a house that I own didn?t cost me shit
bastard and learn his route (uh-huh) I wanna know who imparticuler he's talking to Kill 'em all and kill the bitch who let him in my crew Type a letter
