world war, lotsa fun - people in panic on the run world war, lotsa fun - white house is aimin' the gun world war, lotsa fun - people in panic on the run world war
with no acquittal World war, world war World war, I don't want it World war, I don't need it World war, I won't take it World war, world war, world war
Traduzione: D.o.a. World War 3.
a young cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler Money and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the
or fall for whatever When we ride out, we ride together, let's get busy [Verse 1: Steele] Yeah, I'm a Boot Camp soldier 'til I D-O-A 'Til I'm in a gunfight
R?dd] It was a cold night All the homies was kickin it in the g-rides K.O.D. would load in the M-1 O.M.B. had the bass turned up loud E.K.A. had the Uzi
this shit Raise the thugs wit the heater in the arm for shit Marijuana when you drive, feel the fogginess I'm about to cause a war, a cannibalistic thing
-Lo, the new Star Search War to an A&R if my vibe ain't heard, that's my word I deal with those bodily fluids, and 3D a shot, to the Time Life book Gun
cars deep plus three limos and a hurse All because he was a Sprite kid obeyin his thirst Keep him runnin like adrenaline, I could smoke a hundred men
s my world) It won't be me cus I was born to rise (Yo, It's my world) So when the war I hope you on my side (It's my world, It's my world, It's my world
'll answer that in a ?minute? cuz Satan keeps on beeping me [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Blood! Rising like a flash flood enough to fill a bath-tub Just check
the king Constantly builded by me A million men marching like Calling them the king kong The verse making the world sing My hearts on the sleeve-a ya'
of a buck never gave a fuck he forced his black women slaves to give him dick sucks and when he bust a nut he'd laugh and cackle let the leather
up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit And your whole click aint shit to me Try to play these games with the C-O-L-D Bustin caps
if they hated me before, they bound ta hate me now Cuz I gripped a couple dollars and be puttin' it down Surround sound, double-o wit a 6 on the back
my center Scarin a regime that lasted for many years Wash 'em down like Crown and beers, cheers Here's a toast to a new westcoast brigadere They hate from a
