Letras:
Golden Crew Other

other city we go, every other vi-de-o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe Every other city we go, every other vi-de-o (

kangols, stranglin hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feed me mangoes, the other lightin

every time (time) Girls cuttin class to hear me rhyme Stand at the bar don't sit on a stool Ride a Harley not a goddamn mule Well...kick it! Me and my crew

the ladies all say I dress well With a nice pair of jeans, LRG or Mizou Crew neck sweatshirt, hat and some clean shoes Pocket stayed equipped with some paper and some gold

ten, a ho done dropped the dime Uhh, about the cutie in the bizzack, straight gangsta Mrza Pockets bulgin out because he's busy Tall, slim, lanky like Snoop and both ears hang two gold

: {Verse One: Kurupt} Well it's that slow flow, D-O-double-G, nigga See these other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? (It's Kurupt motherfucker

it Kickin' wicked rhymes Like a fortune teller 'Cause the wickedness done by Jack Where everybody at Divided and sold For liquor and the gold Smacked in the back For the other

the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools cause he chokes on Camels In effect - the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around

she live in texas And love the grammer, tellin me she banged it screw And she need a pic of my on the camera Whole crew say that boy bad So I looked at