got to touch you Please let me touch you I've got to feel you I need to love you I'm not gonna hurt you Mine You whispered one word Mine
Traduzione: LA Guns. Il mio.
know) Run inside Ski's goin on a lyrical ride (Yeah) It's gonna take a miracle why ask why Ski's gonna win this show's showdown [Verse 2: E A Ski] I'm a
it if you don't fuckin' mean it Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug [Chorus x2]
the floor Didn't I tell you? This shit is crazy son, crazy son! Esoteric, 7L, Bars of Death This shit is a wrap money, it's a wrap!!
16 lache a l?aise Appelle a l?aide car y?a l?boucher du steak hache a levres Massacre musical technique de barge arrete Le scooter du hip hop et l?
Now they pressin me hard, talkin bout attendin the L District attorny like "I recommend you to tell" But I live by zoo, scavenger homie a beast Calabar
L, the A, the Z, the E (Yeah) The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (Uh) The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E (Uh-huh yeah) The B, the L, the A, the Z, the E
the dro' in the L and inhale smoke again I refuse to go back to bein' poor again I'd rather sell dimes outside of the corner store again Put the guns
Crooked I (Let's get em!) [Crooked I:] Yeah, eastside of a red L.B.C. Pumps in my trunk on my L.D.T. Sippin' on that Hennessey it helps me breathe Who
his kids have cheddar like a ritos Reset every month jacob see checks While niggas can't even front with a GS 3 Lex Aiyo I'm tryin to see Harlem become a
time My mother down here praying for mine Cause I'm like Snider, living one day at a time Harlem's a rough route, get snuffed out in a tough bout The
plastic, twin to match it Ice white like some Star Wars space gun Though, that ain't how they come my friend make 'em sleek wit 'em like a L.A. nigga,
it's a musical treasure never come and test a, dope MC like Brown and the C.O. check this. Lil El. [Brown:] Crusin' down the street in my 64 A brother stuck a
out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace) What's a thin line between love and hate? A million dollars in the bank and you still can't escape It's a
N.O. Florida, A-L, Five-four [Crazy] Feel the wrath of Doc Holliday Nigga as I spray I'm tryin' to get rid of a hundred rounds of my K For play I've