you know I dont bicker Just say my name itll be even bigger chorus: I look good x7 Why you wanna hate on me x3 Shit I look good. Stunna man Im the
Traduzione: The Pack. I Look Good.
I'm barely thirteen, I pack dirty Old Russian firearm that shoots thirty Just then I hear the bus engine I'm transcending, I'm crowd surfing I can't see the time burning I
you wanna groove Groove on) As I keep goin, see I'm the funky lil brotha and you know that I be flowin And I be showin I can handle the mic No need to
I thought I was down, let me tell you what I was [Hook:] I was young, I was dumb, I was just too cool I was loud and obnoxious, I was just that fool
worst way So I ran for cover behind the stage Bottles started flyin' I began to pray Please oh Lord don't let him look my way Chorus It's been years since I
1: Its Summer Time White Tees, White Beaters And you gotta look good So you cut yo ice beamin' Findin' ya dirt white boy you know da true meanin' Whatever look
don't leave rite now we may not get a second chance I've got this sudden urge for change and I've got to feed the hunger I'll sing to you while
- and you gonna get clapped. [gunshot] I feel chills up my spine when the D's look back Cause I'm dirty, got a blunt and half a pack and my Gat! {Whooooooooooooooo
check out my melody I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin
you? Tell K-Not what you gone do Cause I want everything I say When I wake up on Christmas day Help me out if you can Cause I need a real good man
blind Every motherfuckin time I find myself lookin for a phone number I'm gone, I'm alone, I want that women When I see her, I'ma let her know how I
full advantage Pack your days with memories to bring along with you I know that when I look back It will always bring a smile to my face And as I look to the future I
I'm good, I'll patch myself up and keep rocking, I'm good I'm good, you can hurt me boy but it ain't no stopping, I'm good, I'm good, I'll patch myself
I'm sick of all your cryin When you should be leavin me alone If you don't believe me You pack me bags, I'm gone Wontcha please Don't that sun look good
