ground no weight up here It's nice and dark We have the in and out Take off the run way (over in and out) In and out in and out (over)In And Out
Traduzione: US Bombs. In \u0026amp; Out.
, and I'm watching my thoed grow I move in slow-mo, and blowing on do-do On 20's and squatted low, and on locks I tip-toe And for my lil bro, I'ma mash
dick, like a motherfuckin 'conda Niggaz wanna flip, let em step, and I'll bomb em See somethin you want, why don't you come and get it And then get waxed and
my mom's use to smoke back in the 70's [echo] Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop g's when I drop degrees [echo] When I ease across the block With
Records representin 5th Flow Shout out to Man Up Entertainment Shout out to B-Hamp Shout out to Lil Won We all got next, we takin over That's all I gotta
treble howl, settler trembling, measureing mellow on the levitate off the mezzanine. Never seen a ton of bricks dressing clean/dapper 'til it's pin stripe and skull chunk 40 stories after. And U.S
be played out, spaced out, no format Now why would you place your money on that? I drop more bars than Sing-Sing, cha-ching! Real teachers teach real things! I brings knowledge and
out you gays, A cutthroat nigga. Bitch I scuffle for days. In schools my blue rays got ripped and fucked up, In new j's in two ways I scritch and scratched
atoms stranger, ProForm arranger Fake U-SA Polo shirt stainer with the tec that's never plainer indent, that's the men blend trends we make and cross
Santana A Private Gotti Call Me Agone Yeah That?s My Dogg Right There That?s My Partner In Crime, That?s My That?s The Bomb That?s My Dogg Irv Gotti My
to this? A secret never to be told always to be sold Digging out the Black gold (We want your oil) Petro junkies must be fed Going Barefoot in the head It's S.U.V's
lust and jealousy You can't control the speed it breaks you down like disease You envy your oppressor and that's the sickness of the slave That abominable
is greed, envy lust and jealousy You can't control the speed it breaks you down like disease You envy your opressor and that's the sickness of a slave
kind and spoken poets And most hold it between their molar and incisor And I thrust my head in disgust But some use their heads and discuss These rhymers, and
set back [Chorus] I gotta have it! It's automatic! Yeah! So come clean and keep it real if you like my sound I gotta have it! {Check it out} It's automatic
