a token black His whole neighborhood still smokin crack So you will never be all that No matter how bad you wanna switch, life is a bitch [Kam] Ain't that a
a token black His whole neighborhood still smokin' crack So you will never be all that No matter how bad you wanna switch, life is a bitch Ain't that a bitch
Traduzione: Kam. Non è un Cagna.
a fan from hell Ended up smoking bullshit weed through a hole & it L (Yep) U (Yep) N-A-T-I-C That's the truth playboy ain't no lies in me People pop quiz
straight to the pawn shop And feel the blasts like a bomb dropped Mad niggas I ran threw With niggas I ain't knew it ain't new I leave broken like a faggot
my feet hit the track ain't no lookin' back I'm on a mission trying to put my fucking click on a mac But these niggas don't know the half Runnin with
the big homie E A Ski Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me That'll ride on ya bitch ass You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem
Its the big homie E A Ski Ya know, And I brought some West Coast riders with me That'll ride on ya bitch ass You got a problem with Kay, You got a problem
Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga You Ain't Fresh (7x) You a busta, nigga (Verse 3 - Kam) Kam got get-back So get up off my dick, rat Nigga, that shit
got the heart of a child ?? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up D.A. wit a charge that ain't stickin I'm walkin away
s breakin' you son-of-a-bitches off You fuckin' around with the big boss And I always got my Nina Ross Ain't catchin' a nigga slippin' up at the lights
niggaz Have your whole family cryin a river, we'll murder you niggaz We take this beef shit personal nigga [The Game] I ain't met a nigga yet could fuck
baby) Ask around the streets, man, I'm certified Across seas, all my customers are satisfied See, I ain't for all that beefin' A matter of fact, I'm tryin
got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin' Beenie
nah we on lennox ave you mad go get ya dad you fag you fifth a drag and that nina a bump Or if a need i confront you fucker (Chorus 4x) If theres a need
it up [KAM:] I thank God that I'm still alive And back on deck for the nine five And y'all can't say, I ain't got a sense of humor For every new day
a hold So it's on like that, nigga, where my niggas at? It ain't like he didn't know Cause I damn sure told him He just ain't hear me though Stop beggin
t give a dollar Cause bitches be trippin when you ain't got the ends You ain't got the Benz, well, you ain't got the skins So I don't play the games,
