part 1: have i failed have i become unworthy what's this unwarranted distrust in my abilities have i failed stretch in progression, kill the thirst for
part 1: have i failed have i become unworthy what's this unwarranted distrust in my abilities have i failed stretch in progression, kill the thirst
Traduzione: Grado. Pocket Rocket.
the knowledge, my pockets crave the cash My mouth craves the brew, and my Johnson craves the ass Who's on blast, Tha Liks baby, don't twist it Just rock
-Wop could cut and scratch up any other Bigger than his size, was barely five feet In ?83 broke beats that today rock streets With no one to grade it,
Now picture that Defeat rhymes never that Son son you brave You ain't a man cause you got a little something to shade I've been a thug since the sixth grade Rockin
down with a plastic sack I turned my 40 into 80 and that was my profit I'm keepin my rocks in the house and not in my pocket Sister Jackie in the kitchen
the show, running into two men with funny hats They'll beat the fuck out of you and take your wallet out of your back pocket After that you swell up in
switches, middle finger for the police, nigga with an attitude, I will not let it die, four fingers up, two twisted for the westside. x2 (chorus) I used dribble the rock
miney, moe I put seeds in your mental and I watch em grow Turn on the instrument and then clock my flow Put the dough in my pocket and I rock the show
Atttempt to do this, boy, you're takin a risk Cause my voice sounds doper than a compact disc Styles and lyrics ( ? ) in the pocket Stupid dope beats and Evil E rocks
x4] [Jay-Z:] Gotta bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit No one on the corner gotta pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause
That we blow out of our nose after a Star Wars joke We got style, tape on our glasses Zits on our faces and hair on our asses Shiny shoes, belt buckles and pocket
enough to cop something out off the lot And I can tell you how strong it is if I cough or not I puff the magic dragon, I got a ounce In every pocket,
I got jumped and shot Duckin a word from my sponsor Trying to end my year like Kwaanza Been paid since the 8th grade 11th grader, pop the champagne 12th grade
corner"} Got a bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my nines don't fit No one on the corner got a pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause my
on the corner gotta bop like this Can't wear skinny jeans cause my knots don't fit No one on the corner gotta pocket like this So I rock Roc jeans cause
