angelaufen was hei?t das schon Am Morgen dann erwache ich Einem Haufen gleich Komm forme mich Glaubst du nicht Wei?t du nicht Horst du nicht Komm forme
truth or how I don't wanna hear the alarm I don't have to feel your charm You don't have to break my arm I don't have to feel your charm I don't wanna
you doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A.. In San Diego..motherfucker you ain't able to fuck wit me you ain't nothing then a bitch you ain't never been
aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream. So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean. When I drink booze put a crown on my royal
(feat. Frank V, Mr. Sancho, OG Spanish Fly, Yogi) [Royal T] Motherfucking chronic Sticky icky Homeboy You want some money? Motherfucker, you're fucking
me what that Low Pro like, biatch [Royal T] Step into the hood like a motherfucking G It's the number one vato in your hood, Royal T President of Latin
(feat. Bizz, Latino) [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, my homey's in the next seat It's the Royal, rims clean with the top
But we ain't villains that be stepping out of line We just like going cruising at the beach in the summertime [Chorus x2] [Royal T] Cooling by the
deep when we bring the pain [Chorus] Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't
you can't fuck with the real motherfuckers From the Eastside, to the Southeastside Real motherfuckers are down to ride [Royal T] It's the motherfucking Royal
can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) [Royal T] I blow hynas
If you slip, get your mothafuckin cap peeled Rap deals run on a daily basis Nigga don't trip, tie your mothafuckin shoe laces [Chorus 1 and 2] [Royal T
up your chronic sack of weed Blaze that shit up, eses keep that shit gangstered up Time to drink up [Royal T] LPG gang, fool you can't hang Royal came
V, Lil' Rob) [Royal T] It's a cold world, so my heaters stay hot My shank stays sharp, don't make me stick in in your heart Body snatcher, don't make
s nothin you can tell me [Chorus x2: Khadejia (Royal Flush)] Can't Help It, if I wanted to Gotta hustle, just to make it through Can't Help It, if I
do i care what you sayin I'm T.I.P. [Chorus x2] What, what, what Yal still ain't heard Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard T.I.P., King of the South
anything CHORUS: I'm a bookkeeper's son I don't want to shoot no one Well I crossed my old man back in Oregon Don't take me alive Got a case of dynamite
