Sunday driving past your own hall of fame It's closed on weekdays, shut for good Pick out no one when you're talkin' Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin
Traduzione: Marciapiede. Black Out.
(feat. Black Rob, Kain, Loon, Mark Curry) [Black Rob] They said that I'm a Rottweiler And I'm from the Rottweiler house, the Rottweiler New York [Loon
way to turn When will I ever learn He tells me this and promises that And suddenly I?m out. That?s why I?m singing my pavement song Friday night
servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me
, in a previous generation While the triple sixers lassos keep angels roped in the basement I locate my old halos and pass em out to the pavement Y'all
Hunters with their dogs and deer rifles Thousands of them line the pavement Like patient pupae waiting to become worms Another dark night, teething
every building that I've built Will be burned by dawn as I stare in disbelief Oh the pavement's filled with cracks, and my skies have turned to black
yappin', gimme no dappin' Pull out the strapin' and start bustin', Show me you bout buckin' or duckin' Cuz I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged Get out
com/">Testi Canzoni</a> The only way to deal with racism if you're black Well, seven in the morning I woke up to jog Rushed out the door to
[Version 1] It may sound stupid when I say it out loud Like I'm just jealous of his silver cloud He looks real good he drinks diet Coke He gets
', steady thuggin' And I'm tryin' to find the hoodrat's all about fuckin' Still loked out All my dawgs from the past, dead or smoked out Still tryin'
through the streets on the East side Took about 3 shots, victim of a homicide Do a drive by in a second Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the pavement
Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says
