Maybe I'll fly Wander some ocean Maybe hitch-hike To a place way out of state Once there was love Now there is nothing I wasn't enough You put another
Tradução: Frank Negro. Fuera del estado.
trying to get out You it's drama when the llama get out Pull and spit the lead Bullets hit your head Then your mind'll sit out By the time they find this shit out
New York (New York state of mind, New York state of mind) C'mon [Chorus #2 - Alicia Keys] New York, New York, New York, New York oh State of mind (New
-G I had to get P-A-D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed up
of the states Riding in a car you've probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the states Hey you got a hundred on 'em for
Cristal gettin smoked out Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit Dressed in black, when
be spendin that money right here In the state of California You graduate and can't spell diploma Dip to the hood and get rich Slangin rocks to a smoked out
niggaz think my style's absurd Only the birds I blow back, Staten Island super gat Talk is pork, I get that money then stupid stack Theodore, we state
B I G I had to get P A D, that's why my moms hate me She was forced to kick me out, no doubt Then I figured out licks went for twenty down South Packed
though millions'll follow just like Gandhi I'm Malcolm, shit, I bring it out 'em Body on Broadway, now nobody can doubt him Must I be a backpacker or Black
, devil ass, motherfucker out there Listen to this and suck on it bitch Knaw'mean? Screwball shit, what, what, yeah Check, check, check, check it out,
Talking to a black man who he's confused We looking hella bourgie, ass all tight and seditty Recognzed him as the mayor of my city Who treats young black man like frank
Drinkin Cristal gettin smoked out Try not to take the bar out, but they done, tapped my house I'm goin all out, got me on some major shit Dressed in black
and barricades, make ya black and blue From the blast and the blaze, it's a bloodsport, bloods builds up back I make your vision go blurry while your brain goes black
