(feat. Popeye, Sam) [Mac talking:] Yeah I got these motherfucking Warlocks in this biatch So you know its all about that World War 3 Nigga You feel
Mac talking: Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch So you know it's all about that world war 3 nigga You feel me nigga haha My nigga
Traduzione: Mac. Paradise.
[Intro:] This is it y'all, it's some nasty shit Bring it! [MCA:] Jump out the window onto a parade balloon My style is iller than the goblins in [?]
comin' when the black clouds fill the area, Deadly like a twenty missile aircraft carrier, Droppin' them quickly, I'm an emcee buryer, Rainin' on your parade
, je rediges et je racontes le Texas et son style de vie Tous les jours en claquettes, casquettes, short et whity La limonade que je sirotte a un gout d'paradis
And fire up my Mac In real life the only time I?ve ever even been to L.A Is when I got the chance with the marching band To play tuba in the Rose Parade
nigga's drama and addicted to street life I sold this paradise, sippin this game and pay the price I watch the sun glisten off this ice, caught you slippin Uzi, Mac
Hit em with the rhythm of the future [x4] [Krazy Horse/Shock G] (In the future) It's gonna be a rhythm divine A paradise peace of mind vibe for every
in the mix with the shit They the same reason michael vix doing biz Say hold up I met you while I was thuggin back then You was riding with me holding a mac
the mix with your shit they the same reason Michael Vic's doing biz I said hold up I met you I was thuggin' back then and you was riding with me holding on a Mac
si vite. Est-ce que tu pense que je te decrocherai la lune si je la vise ? (Oh !) Ne laisse pas les garcons te mentirent, fais leurs comprendre qui tu es : Mac
yeah I'm back on that shit And I say right about now New York City. They say is life and death, there's no future fronting. I see a mac and a tec keeping
break I curb-stomp your feet then smash them with hammers Literally, not metaphorically or grammatically I take away at humanity Death is for certain, my life is insanity My Mac
Refrain Ca s'passe comme ca chez le mac Ca s'passe comme ca chez le mac Les rues sales du centre ville de Mars est mon turf Mac aussi puissant que ce
the land, No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas, Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers, Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise, Expensive
you the mamacita Ive been dying to meet beautiful in a day in July and May last summer at the puerto rican day parade I said "mida chica, que te pica?"