Your western homes are locked forever The new frontier is not that near Magnetic screens that fold in backward Will only bring you years of fear This
Tradução: Pavimento. Casas occidental.
But when it comes to mase Fuck r kelly i dont take it in the face I find out who sprayed it And im putting you under the pavement No buddhist priest,
: I'm gonna make sure you never forget me Konvict Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There
Southern California Home of low-ridin' Gang-bangin' and shit California [Chorus](Lil' Rob) I was raised in the streets of California (Southern California, home
Might As Well Speaking To Her Jibberis To Her Was Incoherant She Was Living In The Western World She Cudnt Understand Why She Cudnt Be Like All The Western
Stay with me Fight for felicity for me You know I cannot do it myself Stick your fingers in my mouth Pull my lips back, watch me smile Catch me on my
throat to lay with me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home
lay with me I reminise how I missin starin' in space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' that face Layin up in a mansion, home alone I hear
of adventure If rappers are ridin' beats like cars, I'm bendin' mad fenders Put down your mic and surrender Youse a pretender, Blastmaster KRS rules the pavement
as well speaking to her gibbering to her was incoherent She was living in the western world Could not understand why she couldn't be like all of the western
Pre C#m I ain't stopping fingers keep bopping F#m b e Swing band rocking from the street to the bar C#m West coast's dated music's overrated F
want it what up, what up (Take that bitches, take that) Weak niggas, motherfuckers, all my bitches (Take that, take that, take that) Thug niggas, east coast, west
Mason but when it comes to mase Fuck off, Kelly, I don't take it in the face I find out who sprayed it, I'm puttin' you under the pavement No buddhist
're gone Free at last, you're on your own While under the silvery moon Sick and tired of the country and western Get the Eldorado back on the pavement
a new avenue niggaz, so we can ride Rims spinnin' off the chrome, check the rear view wave Spinnin' off the dome, honey the west coast is home 3 Killas
me I reminisce how I miss a stare in this space Resort to the lips of a stripper, sprayin' their face Lampin' in a mansion, home alone I hear footsteps
