could not faze me I only wanna let you know Bitch is back Right on track Bitch is back I like it like that, yes I do Bitch There ain't no justice,
Traduzione: LA Guns. Cagna Is Back.
a shell, bag your mademoiselle Take the cake then I break like a bat out of hell You fuck with Esoteric catch a capital L Lock horns with 7L, son there
a drum roll Holla at Skillz about a purchase Your writing's worthless, recycling wack verses And that shit is unoriginal and sloppy But what do I expect from a
...P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up (P and Game rollin the Dutch) P and Game, we'll blow that bitch up, mixed with the A L C NYC to LA we do our sweep
lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it Am I a Luna-chic? Uh huh, I'm a looney bitch More deadly than the venom that
Universal is back in control again Casa Blanca, that's like a second home for him 50 million is a lot of dough to spend on a rapper that's going to blow
back to the bitches, the bottles and the bumps Pumpin up the sounds cause that's how we do But we still partyin at 5 and L.A. closed at 2 [Chorus] without
flick, slash a bitch, distort a thug Separate the men from the women, like a divorce court judge I'm not a rapper I'm a rocker in a grunge band I'm supa
bein a bitch For never bein a bitch-ass nigga {*music starts*} Cryin, retirin, sayin you comin back to the game Go findin God and comin back, keep gettin shot and comin back
black on black Caprice [B.G.] Slangin is my thang man, I'm out for paper Tryin to catch a fuckin drain, lookin for kaperz My people say it's a shame
ain't never going to stop (Life Stories) Joe Hooker is like WHOA! Shot back is like WHOA! Black Rob is like WHOA! Alumni Bad Boy baby WHOA! M.A.F.I.A.
VA is WHOA! Honies lookin right in ATL is WHOA! Niggaz pimpin hoes in Chi-Town is WHOA! Bitches takin paper in L.A. is WHOA! Niggaz stacking dough in D.C. is
ma call you a bitch if yo' ass ain't a juggalo Bitches gettin' mad, bitches ain't shit Bitches and hoes can eat a muthafuckin' dick I'm a crazy muthafucka
Nigga this is Slob killa, I spell it out For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.A. Crip nigga South Side Atlantic Drive makin' Slob panic Dippin' in a G With that
kind ya [L] Quick to back down [N] You be leaving when there's drama [L] Quick to back down [N] Fucking fake ass nigga [L] Quick to back down [N] Soft
so we could put it down C-A-L-I-F-A to the T H-U-G nobody's fucking with me as I came to do my thang with a G in the bag you where the one who is behind
L's with my liquor Sounds sew a helluva whisper Gas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss her Dealing with the old timers was a helluva listener Business sale a
