: Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin' at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys Hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O. Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Tradução: Kid Rock. De entre los muertos.
kid Hip Hop is dead because you new niggas dont get the message I used to call names out You niggas dont deserve it So lame out Die from these bullets
move back While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats We miss y'all, can I get a hand clap? Now back
fo' plus fo'-pound Nigga this the wild wild West, call it a showdown And I'm Billy the Kid 'til they split my wig I come back from the dead, tell 'em
That 4-5th Under Me I Don't Run From Beef It's Either Cock Back, Squeeze, Or Be Underneath Cause Im From The Streets Of (Compton) And My Grandmother
In that pine box, I'm buyin rocks, eyein cops Fuck a cell block, the young kid makin it happen Who you think got them fiends runnin back like Bo Jackson
over has begun I'm a live wire, I'm on fire Half man half harlem from the mother fucking wire After ma first album a couldave retired but am back on