Traduzione: Home By Six. Ordine tipici.
the last one, plenty more that we can blast on. (Switch off) I'm going the pub, I'm turning this off. There's strangers to save in the airwaves. (Now they're in your home
' about We needed a ???, you made it, you stated Pay your own rent or you're getting evicted See that dough in the drawer, that's my change That four-dot-six
H-Town, the realest gon stand out From the city of no pity, the gritty you get shot I'm the big boss the young Don, however you want it And them six
which there is no divorce Red eye to lobby, Coach to sound check, Home by the fourth, Flying to Geneva staring at disgusting airline food, That was paid for by
You're just a ghost, I'm haunted by the empty host, I'm waiting for my friends to die, I prefer like you're not alive Don't call, I'm not home, And I
" Sippin Thug Pa*sion, scrub actin like he feel you Steady plottin, ready or not; Outlawz lost but not forgotten, from Gittere to Compton A spitter of the hotness, long timeness So like six
other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by
] I got my back against the wall Gat chillin by my balls Prior to war is rider nigga only five six tall Napoleon only knows on we outlaws fuck fear better
Introduced me to this life of crime, but we was blind Little nappy-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by
, sleepin witcha loaded by my bedside crazy Jealous when you hang wit the fellas, I wait patiently alone anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waitin by
of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
of weed to keep from goin under The federales wanna see me dead - niggaz put prices on my head Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead Now
two.." "Three the hard way!" [MC Serch] A branch of the hip-hop tip grills your dome You're toe ingrown low showin you ain't got nobody home Prone to
we like them baseball playas you know we knocks 'em all catch me at home plate, butt naked in my drawls grand slams an home runs they never find the ball
million kids on your spine, I'm busting like a tech nine Now one...two...three...four When it's time to exit, meet me by the front door Five...six...
The Money And Ran, Heard He Was Outta Town Ridin Round In The Pound Caught Him Spending 545 I No Lie Ask How, Out On Va, Camron Home, Come Through Here Cruise By
