Letras:
Can T Sing For Shit In The Wild

your soles. Leave your head in the sun and keep none... i wish for you, spiderman, have a great plan. With train tracks on your soles. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for

a gat in the hand runnin wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po know they can't hold us When they east dog comin from the shoulders And

Nigga ran away from home Doin different wild shit, just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good, gettin into shit Like we innocent

saying if you think that you can step to me wrong Don't even waste your tiiiimmme (waste your tiiiimmme) {Chorus Two:} You niggaz talk shit then abandon ship Niggaz talk shit

: The Wild.. Gotham The Wild.. West {*BANG BANG, BANG*} Ha ha, riiiiide.. [Dr. Dre] All you see is the sun, reflectin off of the gun I'm ready for the

to draw the line. And for you to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb. I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find on an episode

I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet you dumb shit This is a un-usual musical I conductin You lookin at the black Warren Buffett so all critics can

Gotta get you happy for your man ooh But if you don't care and I don't care, let the good times roll And I ain't scared to get physical up in this mother

I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (what?)