don't you know, without the right food to grow you won't break the soil come summer. from punk house to punk house, it's always been somebody else's scene
't you know, without the right food to grow you won't break the soil come summer. from punk house to punk house, it's always been somebody else's scene
Traduzione: Kind Of Like Spitting. Scene.
for making everything all right he made it tight and now I'm back up on the scene countin' greens straight from H-town to New Orleans New human beings puttin it down like
-bum, she-lay-ah See them lil' girls, buckwildin' in the place, sha-la [Afu-Ra] I like a chunky, badunki, mami Word is bond, hypnotize a brother, like
I dun been so talked about and laughed at, Doubted by my family, Reachin for them favors but nobody giving hand backs, Came back, anthrax, spitting like
back I'm a junkie for the money how you like that And how you like that I bet you like that I spect you like that I think you like that [Equipto] I live
them old closed cases never re-open Moving, y'all minor leagues, I'm like speed motion Muscles thru my white tee's woken, he's holding Hypnotic, spit
Repeat] I found out when she parties Hopped in the whip to check the scene There she was in VIP Lookin' so good What's up ma I'm Bobby V Then I spit
make any track, snap like a twig Even though my flow, is kinda hard to catch on You gotta do like Lambo doors, and latch on On my hip like a phone clip
Get crunk at the scene make it pop! Apple bottom jeans let me see you take 'em off Wiggle it a little We go make that ass drop Big rhymes big spitting
remix But dis for the hood Good J-O-B Swiss Yeah I spit rhymes but I grind to see chix Cum see the strip its like takin a ski trip Zero degree wrist 80
I started, how I represent Tampa (the God city) I know you're used to hearin' me on some wild out shit Yellin' at the top of my lungs how my nine gon' spit
the green [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Ey I spit his just to be like I told ya Steelers win stole that game over Then I wroom start in a range rover Packers just got signed like
where that 9 is the law channal 13 preview that scene who did that crime to that boy walk in on that red carpet ain't the kind the stars be walking
the clique nigga I need a thug and a drink Scream "The Inc" Till I'm "Gone" like N'SYNC Bitches born for the scene Ass fat like it was born in them jeans
you spit, silent raw's killer Bitch, me and Killa Sin, we killing the gift Could lock down on you suckas of love just like a G-Roc Aiyo, Killa, man, show
be free And you makin' million dollar plans without me? Make it the last time Bout my grind, hope to shed this life of crime You know my kind, just like
