don gon do it, you gonna make me cry Get on and don gon do it, you gonna make me cry Get on and don gon do it, you gonna make me cry Get on and don gon
Traduzione: The Rapture. Don Gon Do It.
out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, do it, do it [2Pac] Come hell or high
Well it's all about his Mo Thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play? Lay don't stop until
in the rapture Assumed it was written [? ] women Poppin this trigger Think the whole world think of us trippin I don't know why and I don't know what
like to say peace to everybody in the World Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you You asked, it
thought it wasn't a sin left I ran into my aunt With the fat ass and the thin chest I don't really wanna talk about it Or get in depth But father I'm
ve been recruited! I'm the general that your boy saluted. (that your boy saluted!) Give you a minute to see how we do it (how we do it!) You've never
do? Flint niggaz don't play! I'm a villain killin niggas for the fun of it Psychopath from Dayton Ave. niggas don't want none of it A monster from the
fake, off ya feet -- Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face Amazing Grace, how sweet it is The shit we spit, thicker still Niggaz don't deserve to live It
(feat. Ill Tactics) [talking:] Is it all about the bling-bling Mouth full of medal, or moving out of the ghetto Or is it about the slaves suffering,
dopest females You don't wanna come flex with this Mo Thug click Comin' up in the game, sick and tired of ghetto blues Do what I gotta do New breed of
in the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme They don't really wanna get it on They don't wanna see the Bone, Bone We can take it to the middle of
roughness, thuggish ruggish I put a little bit of singing with it, and they love it (Rugged) Pull up on 'em and I buck it, bust it Lyrical killa to get
tryin ta dash from the C-P-D Do or die for the wicked Westside, who's the best? Fake the West as I pound it on my chest Compton is where we do it all
But it's our, turn, now, if you want it, take it from us I DON'T NEED NO GOONS BY ME, IF YOU WANT IT COME AND TRY ME!!! WE CAN DO THIS BROAD DAY, IN THE
the game with ya And end it all, it's Ken Dawg Roll with 'em, spittin' (What?) Just deliver what's on Yeah, these losses had me So constantly it keeps