[Johnny P.] When we be rollin' lacs Little kids be like That's my car That's my car When we be rollin' lacs Little kids be like That's my car That's my car
Tradução: Do Or Die. Ese es mi coche.
wait until tomorrow It's already been, I've already seen all the sorrow that's in store I will beg or steal or borrow Hold on tighter to all that sorrow
no matter where i'm at girl you make me wanna sing (sing) weather a bus or a plane or a car or a train no other girls in my brain and you the one to blame
Everywhere you go, people know what your name is Everyone you know, tryin' to tell you you changin' They wanna taste that Fame (that) fame (that) fame (that) fame (that
uptown Tell dem fools don't cross me That's only where Cindy brought me And that's why they can't impress me With no boasty car Me know dat ah kill dem
. Gong] Now plentiful Or scantily My cup be full Or emptily With arm in arms We'll all trod on Through destiny A friend that's true Is there for me Respect
your ear to the speaker And choose love or sympathy But never both Love never wanted me "I hoped you choked And crashed your car" Hey "tear catcher", that's all that
told you that, yeah I coulda told you that Picture me not flop where is them explosives at? Right here on my lap That's where my composure's at I'm back
be in my Converse This a convict rapping, It's a con's verse Arm & Hammer mis-man, 'Los, Joey, or Ris-am All they gotta do is chirp And them things are
like that But you'll say that you is Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that its his You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner wit' groupies
s no roof above me or the 22's underneath me Thats keepin them sirens flashin on my ass Should I get to pumpin the brakes or mashin on the gas? I'm naturally
me that's her baby I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy And I be spendin all my lady chips She got me feeling like my daddy back in
Red Sox fitted But that was suicide, I don't live in Judah's eyes Half of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die Suge had me
them penetrate Leaning sideways with my fitted straight With 27's on point, the paintjob are new york minute made Check my armor no clouds in my stones
days, loadin' my A.K., Ridin' 'round in my Impala with my lungs full of haze. That's when I didn't give a fuck, now I got my sons. Shoot a nigga he die
lay low, looking for the halo Or more yayo, my lil' angel, reminded me to stay playful Faitful walks I take in the woods, Thinkin what's good, things that
