fix Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain So everyday
Project kids three niggas living on the edge In other words we're damn near dead But hunters don't choke we go for broke And y'all thought it was over They say it ain't
And I ain't from Compton Straight up Watts! [x4] [Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton" Straight up Watts! [x4] [Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from
in our face and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads Puttin it down on this
Traduzione: Colonne sonore (altre tracce) colonna sonora. Corpo Anima [oftb].
around me) I am (mon propre fan, j'te l?ai dit fait quej'm'en fou, it's ok) B.O.F.F. boff J'pas dans une boff game I ain?t boff J?te l?ai dit, j'suis
ba'n douar 'Pad ar bloaziou triuigent ha deit da voud krenv 'walc'h Gant Glenmor, ga'n U.D.B., ga'r bresel aljerien Gant taoliou an F.L.B., gant emgann
a bum with no pockets Now you owe a bunch of dollars to see You gotta spell your name right before you holla at me (F-A-B-O-S-O) I'ma give them people
t know each other well so why I keep pickin' up my cell? Memories just keep ringing bells Oh oh, Oh oh, Oh Hear voices I don't want to understand My car
. F-U-C-K'ed up, and it's obvious. Smoke & henny in my chest, I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S. I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T. Put this CD in, then you'll see the sequel
ass, right where you set it at WHOA! Your flow ain't WHOA! Your crew ain't WHOA! Your ice ain't WHOA! Your Benz ain't WHOA! Black Rob, M.A.F.I.A., smoke
Century On Figueroa we gotta sowed up Rollin' with the D.O.B. Fuck Crabs cause nigga I blast from the O.G. Inglewood (to Denver and Nebraska) And I ain't
where I'm from If you can tell ??? that Slob niggas know that they can't spell Nigga this is Slob killa, I spell it out For you S.L.O.B.K. I double L.
cause see Cuz it ain't no peace poppin' Eastside Watts madness Snoop buster Crip 4 live Do or die F for death MOTHERFUCKER! Servin' you Slobs on a day to day basis Can't
DJ Gismo and B-O-W They've been spotted at F-K, I repeat Surround the area, code ten five, code ten five Surround the area now Other MC's can't swing
my head gone (yep) She got my head gone (Shol is) I can't even lie She put it on me (Shol is) I can't even lie She got me homie (Shol is) I'll fight you
outta town, so you don't know tha rules Round here homie we don't suffer no fools We don't play with no kids unless we done made em We don't talk to
other side my Mother sighed, strugglin, poor and tired a Baby that never cried, a family that never died I see everything from the outside. [Chorus] O.T
