tear I've cried Oh, I can't believe that You'd give everything for me Oh, I can't believe it, no Oh, I can't believe it, no, no I know you never lied
Traduzione: Keith Green. Io non ci posso credere.
now Now exiting his vortex Keith Korg enter your tube And here he is, man where's Keith? [Kool Keith] Keith Korg, mad vocalist, spittin from the key
I ride violent Check it, I make whole crews go silent Come try it, it's not a problem Beef I cook it, chicks I hook 'em I put 'em on the block it's so
, I go on with my bad self I'm the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I'm wicked like three sixes I'm doper than the Pete Rock remixes
t stop) (One-two, and ya don't quit) Hell, yeah, it's goin DOWWWN (one-two, and ya don't stop) (One-two, and ya don't quit) You ready sucka? It's goin
Sermon] It's the E Double (who?) The Funklord, god damn Yo I'm swingin more shit than Tarzan (word em up) I freak the ill tactics cause I'ma ghetto bastard
and get that money And then pass it around so nobody's hungry (Love is) - I do what I do When I can do it like no other to help my brother And, I hope
aiyyo I be the bandit, make dough expand it Army bag full that blow mass transit Cats can't stand it, oh God damn it invade earth like a UFO landed Rolex
congressman a letter?) I don't care about congress and I'm sayin it blunt What I'm sayin is that we step up front [?????] I'm about to get busy again
R-E-D I gets down for my troops And I ahh... get-it get-it get-it like Luke For those, who don't believe my skills get these I got mad expertise, for
system can't stop the missile wisdom Mysterious hydraulic overdrip Mars administer General of the East, flyin over the wicked witch Beyond alien height I
I guess it's my turn again, so I'mma do it again [x3] [Chorus x2: Noreaga] If you want it, you can get it Is you wit it, say what, what, what, what
raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Makin millionaires but it ain't no hurry Cuz we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio
no one, could ever imagine I'm takin no shorts, because I ain't havin it And that's not all, I just feel I have to get mines I'm not dissin, I'm just
raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for the long run I won't leave the studio
Huh, I go on with my bad self I?m the four pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker Believe me not, I?m wicked like three sixes I?m doper than the Pete Rock
