he could do He'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew Starting fights over little shit, up on the block Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers
could do he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew starting fights over little shit, up on the block stepped up to selling mothers and brothers
or two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe
I tried to keep a straight face but you know it never pays He would stare into those eyes and then vacation in her gaze She was a cute little ruin that
Tradução: Los niños saltan, Little. Los ojos de la Madre.
i'll always survive We'll never give up the fight Cause we got time time time time I didn't wanna go So far from home But it was time you know Children
two End this ghetto war for the homies that i once knew ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes (Ya peeping out the barn with ya closed eyes hoe)
I read it, now I match it nigga bet it Cause I remember clearly Once "Pump It Up" stop soarin, there's a few mother fuckers stopped callin See I remember
[VERSE 1: Mike G] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when the
always correcting errors You can never gain peace by inflicting terror And strapping bombs to arms Running up inside buildings killing little children
just going nuts They were tearin' me apart You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head" I believe it went a little
going nuts They were tearin' me apart You know, I think it was just about that time that a little ditty started goin' through my head" I believe it went a little