your side My words are spoken, I am on your side In your room, in your room, in your room we come In your room, in your room, in your room
Tradução: Elección de K. En su habitación.
a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the
top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
one Hit me Got Mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's
your livin' room Sure to bring the boom Speakin' like a zoom deep into your tomb And if you feel the vibe glide true it's on you And if you need to drive right through it's
boss lookin at me sexy take your clothes off but my dick'll go soft! never mix business with your sickness enemy see me flippin in the picnic with your
that dro from the IHOP to Denny's It's your choice, real pretty skin tone Real pretty voice, that make grown men moan I like your style, your grace, your
your mouth while you smoke in the field Run up in your house, then alarmin your grill Drama for real, you never seen honor and will Til you wake up in the mornin and your
bragging but tha world kiss yo ass so you where them f**ka's sagging cd of the newest choice and Nike's be tha shoe of choice candy paint, 24's boosters
got with you baby? (Three) Alright let's party let's go! (Hello?) What's up where you at baby? (Leavin' the spot) Meet me at the crib baby (O.K.) How
with us All my true thugs and all my real bitches Won'tcha come and ride with us It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A K to the motherfuckin' I'm 'Bout to shut
me He's gotta mike He's got the rap patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure his casket's closed Rap critics that say he's "Money Cash Hoes" He's
beg your pardon the 52 is strictly parting emcees like I'm Moses no matter what your coast is no matter what your flow is no matter who's the dopest
yo head nigga Should have watched your mouth and not said what you said nigga But uhn-uhn-uhn, now that nigga's dead, nigga It's all On U, if you got
to the S-K-V And ain't another MC messin with me Even though I got my haircut, down to wreck your body and make all your girls shake your butt Just listen
