Testi:
Used Cars Back On Our Own

me tonight CHORUS: Yeah, we'll feel alright, my pretty baby We'll forget every pain in our souls A pleasing cheat that will end tomorrow Then we'll be back on our own

m tryin to take em where they ain't been Somethin out they price range Ain't in they budget, you know they can't spend Where we at, in a league of our own

rap shit alone and kick my incredible in rhymes in the privacy of my own home My imagination is my own delibity to speak to freely lyrically on the microphone

here's another smooth song to get your groove on Violate or try to fake jacks and you'll get moved on Peace to all my niggas with the thousand dollar jewels on

dollars just to holler at us? Mad cause the Benzes is hot, the Impalas is plush Nobody bothered me when I used to hop on the bus Now the cops follow

every known crook Not those who go to jail and can't hold they own and come home shook So hold on and prepare to get rolled on My crew robs every fag

hustle, cuz the family was large No fancy cars, no shrimp scampi or caviar Just a cold plate of agony, mixed with a harsh reality Fuck a donation, we started our own

out here snitchin We was one step away from takin this crack money and recyclin it through the ghettoes and buildin back up our own hoods Now all you niggaz start snitchin on

like a virus So Jews were enclosed in ghettoes completely frozen from contact Beyond that flat where fifteen people slept back to back Where liberty and property were stolen On