Pack And We Run The Club Boppas Move To The Front Suckas Move To The Back Dj Spin Just Watch It Crack L-Dot-Smith Get It Crackin Ryan Broke Out Yea The Pack
Traduzione: The Pack. Discuti Crack.
it Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain Kick back lil nigga And watch the game Get your mobb rocked and what-not We keep it
pretty thing yeaaah (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey) Do it all away, do it all away baby ... [Verse 2] I wake up early in the morning, at the crack
far.. to throw it all away (I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me) We came.. way too far pretty baby to throw it all away, throw it all
you rap Admit it I'm Daddy Black Doin this since Caddy Shack With Gurth Street In that Caddy Lac Blowin' out a pillow pack I call it "Coffee Brown" Bitches
it, forget it, when I spit it its crazy You love it, admit it, you like that I live it, its shady Aftermath in your ass bitch! If it's not a classic,
Cent don't care I cock triggers light the blockup, iller than times square Real shit, you spit it cause you seen it I spit it cause I did it and I mean it
me on the patch or chewing on no nicorette I don't pack heats, but if I did you couldn't hold it And I wont smoke a spliff unless I see you role it I
soul, you know they probably hardly get it Grab a little hottie, hit it, crack it while I oddly spit it Pack in lots of spots, so when I hit you know
had the whole house rock like the Haywood fall You know you gotta come real, you gotta come with it Get caught slipping and your ass gonna get it Life
box Will attract your little chick then lock it down All the Demigodz shit sound Hardcore Reloadin' my.44 like "click" Box cutter slicin' open your six pack
down by the railroad track Live the life o'Riley in the beat down shack When I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack Watch the train rollin' when it
arrest chokin, weezin What gave you the idea that Bump wasn't squeezin Bump ain't packin? Bump ain't holdin? Bump won't put it in your face leave it swolen? Do it
the cut In the 'telly somewhere layin a smut Champelly, purple hayin it up Front row A layin it up Or in the kitchen prob'ly weighin it up Or in a mission
many rappers and there?s still not enough emcees It goes three (three) two (two) one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D that?s how we get it done like Ladies and
rappers, and there's still not enough emcees It goes three, three, two, two, one, one MCA, Ad-Rock, Mike D, that's how we get it done like Ladies and
