Testi:
L7 Scrap

I met a skinhead named Scrap He lived in my friend?s garage Everyday he?s shaking that spray paint can And comes out seeing stars Grab a paper bag like

If you tuck your sweatshirt in ya jeans If you dis the goon group because you left a bean You're a herb, motherfucker [Hook: until fade] Yeh, take offence, 7L

little niggaz singin the blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that" Then he get mad and wanna scrap

blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag (and karate shoes) Sayin "Yo momma black, his momma this, his momma that" Then he get mad and wanna scrap

t fuck with my ruggedness My gunshots is leaving niggaz on they asses Smoking all the canibus, like the weed savage Rip dimensions and it matters, take an L

just a connoisseur of hip-hop rhymes Some smile, try to call L.L. a hoodlum at times But he don't know my autograph's on his wife's behind L.L. has iced

ain't gonna hang My AK is fully automatic If you wanna live, chump, then don't get dramatic Cause the jail's got a goddamn mafia Wanna scrap, punk? Ace

that nigga Joe I done came through, Big Moe never been no hoe I'm up on this tape, never gonna hate Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate yeeea yeeee

I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha' It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed Both rodies