Letras:
High Court Down In Flames

the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, I showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court, never dribble out

: (feat. Butch Cassidy, Styles P) [Tupac:] They'll never take me alive, I'm gettin' high with my four-five Cocked on these suckas, time to die Even

shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip The thoughts unveil I'm too deep, you sinks down, I creeps round, the lowest

At high school got head by the lockers Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail Rhymes still written well hold court

an extra mic and a fire proof booth 'Cause you know I'm known to metal wire too You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze I melt down cracks that

high to read the billboard Got a room at the Best Western The guy at the front desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your towel down

contact Bounce back, demonstrate invincible bomb raps Not no hustler no player or speakin' no crime crap I'm vocally trying to score before my time lapse Uh! Full court

food chain. Keep the crown, clown, I rock an LA Dodger Fitted, showed my ass at Summer Jam but New York was down with it, Now the ball's in my court,

JOE paces uneasily in his white tie and tails, as a Palm Court QUARTET begins playing tango music. Lights up on the LITTLE ORCHESTRA, tucked in under