Traduzione: Way Out West. Anything But You.
my heart stands still, and my heart stands still for you Anything but you Just won't do I could carry on forever Until I find the truth Anything but you
we got them muthafuckas bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga
a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances, reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm. The only way
out - Pop the bottle, 'til we all pass out - Sip the skunk, 'til we all pass out - Drink it up, 'til we all pass out - Beat it up, 'til we all pass out
with that sack on your shoulder Willie As if I couldn't have guessed He says I'm gonna get the hell Out of Slag Valley and take a little stroll way out west
getting trigger happy but it doesn't help at all. no, and i can't even think, with you still in my head. no, and i cannot do anything, i want you in
conjunction junction The remix version for all the brothers out there that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out [Tash] Anything you could
don't stop) Let it all out, let it all out (ya don't stop) I can't hold it in I gotta let it all out (do the wop) Let it all out (hip-hop, what?) [Tash] Anything you
up out the spotlite "you crazy dont you know that fool lateef'll set it on you? He better than you" she telling you the truth due - I give you the proof
'm a wild man, I got a gun under every arm, if you say anything I'll shoot you. If the people find out how they've been ripped off, and enslaved, they
on ice Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice [Chorus] [E-40] But if they, locked you up and throw way the key, what would you do E? I'd be up
s my type. Thugged out. From the hood. That's what I like. Neck, ears. Wrist shinning so bright. Give me paper or plastic. Anything I like. You see
west And I come to give you more and I never give you less You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press Do you really wanna know what
sharp I thought you spit on hits Oh you Spike now, wearin' Allan's You sportin' Houston's kicks Since you parked West, you rhyme and practice While I hang out
tellin' me to dress purple and keep my Crip in low-key Long as you wearin' your Crip face, they know you a B-G But I committs a ride on this Slob for some' But
an east coast way But on the west coast we all know KUSH is queen Some of y?all will smoke anything, but me, I?m picky I throw it out if I don?t see that