Look at you now, pathetic and weak Slowly walking down on loser street Bound to live your life without dignity Self-inflicted misery Trust is something
Tradução: Face Down (EE.UU.). Colores.
introduce you to the life You need the life, the life needs you Everything is nice Let me welcome you to my world Everything's in living color plus the
got a (Cuban Link) to a fuckin O.G. And nigga you're too close, what the fuck, tryna blow me? (back up) This the face off (respect the don) diamonds
Don't fuck with Game I like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down
down Spray the K and get out [The Game] Say goodbye to the 6,4 Hello to the 6 tray He aint never seen hydraulics Look at his bitch face Up..Down, now
: (feat. Sean T) (We gangsta daddy!) [Sean T] Yuh! I'm sippin on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerkin You
's L.A. shit And I'm proud of it Spit it through the wire so the crowd love it Haters you know who you are you can turn it down fuck it I can shoot
stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it Somebody
with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff cases Within styrofome... and embalmin fluid I been gone too long and I'm down to lose it
them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases With them styrofoams and embalmin' fluid I been gone to long and I'm down to lose it
Utopian Thrivin' Mission, baby Cosmic Utopian Thrivin' Mission, baby Make it, make it like this (??) Witness this, yo the pissed lyricist in your face celebratin' a brand new race we know colors
it goes down nigga know what I'm saying I don't know what the fuck y'all niggas gonna do But it goes down (niggas don't get no love from the hood) you
they operatin to save you It's like an angel came to you sent from the heavens above They think they crazy but they ain't crazy, let's face it Shit
Cent] I hear a lotta talkin niggaz must be mad at BANKS But there only one problem niggaz ain't as bad as BANKS Nigga yous front you gon get shot down
for no reason we up to no good Playin' the block all season nigga i'm so hood Holdin' it down Bringin' pounds through the ghetto Baguette it down rocks colored
the floor all the power in my hand Driving up and down the road all day Overtaking anything in the way Alongside us came a man in a grin Winding down
