Tradução: Doa. Azul a café.
billow out and the air turns from blue to brown. climb high, look down see the air's turned a blackish brown. what was once a scenic view has developed a
ridin through Fifth Ward Lookin for the Rap-A-Lot office Tryna kick a flow and hopin Rap-A-Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like
rap a Parkinson [Refrain] Tu veux de la 0.9, des pilules ? OK J'ai les chicots qui rayent le bitume, OK Rien a envier a Rocco, laisse, laisse Pourquoi
in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with
with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure 4's I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they don'
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights And the black and blue body from the weekend fights He'd say: [Chorus] L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You've
From the hard time living to the sleepless nights And the black and blue body from the weekend fights He'd say [Chorus] L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. You've got
don't fuckin give a god damn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm a
a veterano" "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" "Veteran in the rap game, call me a veterano" [Verse 1:] I wear a brown bandana Representin' brown pride, homie Comin' from the brown
get two They come in burgundy, but I'ma paint mine blue I can't come through half steppin' I keep me a cane as a potental weapon Slap a bitch or beat a
bar Shout out to John Dough The Whole Lench Mob Shout out to Rick Ross Because I Run This I was a Trill nigga bitch when I wasn't rich Shout out to Brown
goin to cash a Def Jam check She had some big ass breasts I had to catch her like a shortstop on the Mets A nigga high off a dime from Gates and Best
equipment. He bought masking tape, a staple gun and a medium sized cardboard box, just right for a person of his build. He judged that with a minimum
and he made it well Cost two dollars and it burnt like hell I cut hickory just to fire the still Drink down a bottle and ready to kill Brown-eyed women
I Would Say It This Way Chorus: "A" Maybe We Can "B" Something You Can "C" "D.E.F"initely I Know You Want A "G" Who Can Take You "HI" Higher Than A "
