Letras:
Media Player

care of that shit I hope [? ] don't think I did some wack shit I know how some cats don't play favorites but I need a favor, a'ight okay player Tell every

que dolor mas fuerte siento yo en mi corazon, seguramente es porque te estoy queriendo o he perdido la razon. Se lo he contao al mar, anoche en la playa

How could I not sell a million when I'm rappin' on Dre hits Then spit that classical LA, NWA shit The media is bullshit now we can't even say bitch They

90 The petal to the metal So I can see what's behind me Buckle up your seat belt eyes on the road They know we ridin' dirty gotta play it how it go They

That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz Been livin lavish like a player all day Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay

walk on are dark and jaded a wandering soul that's filled with hatred in it is poison, the youth is tainted social engineering keeps us separated media

50 Cent) A pimp aint a pimp with no hoes (hoes) A hustla aint a hustla with no motherfuckin dough (dough) A thug aint a thug if his gun dont smoke (smoke) A playa aint a playa

me traigan gueros por que yo los mato Hombres de la raza, nos tienen cuidado Rey chivo, cuida la mota Rey negro, cuida el negocio Danos poder pa chingar Un soldado llega medio

bruja, lluvia con sol (coro) Alla abajo en el hueco en el boquete Nacen flores por ramillete Casitas de colores con la ventana abierta Vecinas de la playa