play and play it slow Wait until your deal come round Don't you let that deal go down Don't you let that deal go down, no Don't you let your deal go down
Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down Wait until that deal come round, don't you let that deal go down Wait until that deal
and play it slow Wait until your deal come round Don't you let that deal go down Don't you let that deal go down, no Don't you let your deal go down
Traduzione: Grateful Dead. Deal.
', you fake bitch I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six You fake snitch, you get slashed wid fast razors Fuckin' wid Paz mean you dead, and that
a dollar, drama all I seem to get into Can't rewind time, so the problems that's mine - It's either solve 'em, or deal with 'em tomorrow Can't borrow
[Krayzie Bone:] Every time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One
dying of cold and he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every
with that Flavor of the month programmers try to dispatch Always got the good batch, take it to the head Got you wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
bro, (?) try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead Don't trip, get a grip, be strong
around Everytime I, turn around Everytime I, turn around Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad
you hide I break bones stealing mobile phones And I'm cuttin' deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using Chinese burns As you load my head with the grateful dead
of the month, bro, [Incomprehensible] try to dispatch Always got the good badge, take it to the head Got me wasted like Jerry from the Grateful Dead
shit on my mobile phone I never slip 'cause I keep the fully loaded chrome And half my niggas even stay a fan That's why we pour liquor for the Grateful Dead
I remember when you said You knew what it was like to be dead, now I do And that's no thanks to you Everybody thinks they know what the deal is And nothing
he was penniless. Maybe in the morning, as the politician sipped breakfast tea, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of
in the city, the cops is hot for me The projects is full of bullets, the bodies is droppin There ain't no stoppin me Constantly movin while makin millions Witnessin killings, leavin dead
s indeed you're the murderer. [Roxie Hart] Shooting a burglar ain't murder. Just last week jury sent a man [Martin Harrison] I'm always grateful if
