Tradução: Koreana. El 3rd Wish.
Tradução: Koreana. Loving You As One.
: I taste you much better Off teeth taste Of white skin on red leather Check the claws we got Night time, cavity, come in Downtown, Pony, Work
: Red oak sugar and Korean dogwood and Korean dogwood Vibes tug to run roam Lit by mission moonlight Kangas on that hillside You are my life And
'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya! Cause you can't turn the ghetto - into Black Korea "I do fuck you!"
Whatchu want? Whatchu want? Get off me I pull quick, it's useless, I'm fully clipped, 6 fo' fully dipped Throw chrome whip with three freaks and full
real American kids don?t have a clue Right here on the lot We got the answer A product guaranteed to satisfy Korean parents for sale You say you're
fist Or we'll burn your store, right down to a crisp And then we'll see ya 'Cause you can't turn the ghetto, into Black Korea Asshole, fuck you
Kim Jung Ill yeoh Kim Jung Ill Yeoh, Kim Jong Ill lim sing jeong ping, poonah ching pong ping. Chew dip poo dong chew dip pee, Boing chong ping pong
Early hours, open road, family of five-on their way home Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun A homicidal fool
I taste you much better Off teeth taste Of white skin on red leather Check the claws we got Night time cavity to come in Downtown pony work your pitch
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate
West Coast, West Coast, West Coast West Coast, West Coast, West Coast West Coast, West Coast, West Coast West Coast, West Coast, West Coast If you with
Yeah, it's how we do This a little story about uh A nigga you know well, Knoc-Turn'al I can see you watching waitin' in my garden In my bushes plottin
Fear no man or no motherfucking clan, nigga Fear no mob, fear nothing but God Ya know, I walk through the shadows And ride through the valley of death
[Intro: Knoc-Turn' al] Ahhh! It's a good day in LA, yes it is (yes it is) Motherfuckers can just wake up and relax And smoke a fat blunt or some shit
You ready? Yes Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible], I like singing My music, my life, my heart, my soul My music, my everything, I give my all My wife, my
Mac flossy where you at? (Aah) I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California I wish they all could be California hoes California
