Letras:
Short Stack The Back Of My Head

are passing, and the fire is dead, so we keep it all here in the back of your head. are you out there, are you anywhere just say goodbye just like in my

my heads in pain, next weekend lets do it again down to the pub upto the club! and i've damaged my brain, next weekend lets do it again! spinning, my head

m cool She don?t know about my struggle Yeah she still call me ghetto Cause I let my pants sag And I smoke a lotta doja Get high as I wanna Never lose my

yeah yeah) Yeah, blaze one for the nation (A yeah yeah) You know my name You know my name (A yeah yeah) You know my name [Mr. Short Khop] Yeah, some

dog a bone My name is Weezy baby not Sylvester Stallone And that's word to my drummer Word to my drummer Talk shit, but my shit backed up, need a plumber

makes me *cough* [U-God] Ooh, what, grab my nut get screwed Oww, here comes my Shaolin style Sloop-B and my b-boy's U to my crew with the "suuue" [*

for the winter These long john weather fiends come in shorts in the winter Sure it snows in the winter, hope you getting my drift And you should hold your head back

won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs Fucking with my thugs and I'm needing my love nigga what Bone niggas fin to do a

a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends Til the law ends, flossin' Rollin' in my