like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world You're so very special I wish I was special But I'm a creep, I'm
like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world You're so very special I wish I was special But I'm a creep, I'm a
Traduzione: G4. Strisciamento.
[E-40:] Turn up the music [Chorus x4: E-40] ["Turn up the music! " x3] Turn up the music [E-40:] Pockets starvin, niggaz hurtin, money gone (money
, up-side your head If you trying to take mine, you get filled with lead You dead, but I remain on the creep Sideways down the street, woofers pounding my seat So I creep
(feat. DJ Quik, AMG, Hi-C, Playa Hamm) [Chorus x4] (I got a new woman) She wants to get her everything for free (I got a new woman) But she ain't gonna
Nas, the alleged ring leader of it, is furious at Tupac excuse me Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York
cool out But they ain't feeling me a mutha fuckin fool 'bout my fuckin cheddar cheese and it pleases, passion of mine Thuggin huggin plenty of G'
will fall. [Verse 5: Bart] It's juss an O.G. call made from the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep I gets to blastin ass dip
bubbling coke But they really struggling with a high car note, ha ... (YEAH) [50 Cent] Might see me in the Jeep Rollin' 'round 4 deep And you know we on the creep
The Game] I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya Put Compton
[Chorus] Look at the grill [4x] [2x] this for my niggaz with the bank roles (look at the grill on my pimp mobile) this for my niggaz with the pretty
secret Every month, I'm a smoke a pillow (M-J!) G, I keeps it real potent Green-sticky that'll keep a buffalo chokin Come and go with me, creep off in
best the game... Bitch I'm ruthless Boy I'm a g Nd u dnt no a muthafukin thang bout me 1 thang bout me I du it 4 duh streets I du it fa duh killas nd
yea Gipp got 4 krispy kreme in the paint chrome on the toes Snow blows out the AC, 4-5 Doors and i never leave the club less its 4-5 hoes (That's right
in with another switch (Man Fuck a bitch) But they can't get enough of this I'm busting hits like and O.G. You know me, sipping on the 4-0 of O.E. [Ant
(feat. Redman) To the beat y'all [rat-a-tat drumming sound] [all] Make it funky [x4] [Red] My nigga Tame [all] makes it funky [Red] My nigga El [all
Im blowin the mic an back in the frame They cant see me, they cant feel the real G I represent, commercial rap will never kill me [Chorus: x4]
