what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my soul
me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong No one can tell me what I do is wrong I know in my
Tradução: De Texas. Es lo que hago mal.
fed so fed I'm green [x3] I gave my liver to the football team I don't do no, do no, do no sluts [x3] I got acid that I gargle for a fresh brain stump
t go i'll hit him hard, show him what i've got oh oh oh oh oh don't go i'll hit him hard, show him what i've got can't read my, can't read my no he can
ya head up, I gotchu, I promise! All my chicos, I gotchu, I promise! Miami, I gotchu, I promise!! I'ma take over this bitch! I promise!! So get ready mothafuckaz, this is
The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa comes for you? I'm not
winds a.m. First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose
, all I'm givin' is some dick in you Now Sh????, I told the bitch to blaze the weed Now she blazed it but that ain't all she blew Hey, I got knocked off
a look I got behind the steel, may i be forgived, i didn't mean to kill Now i wipe your bone and blood off my windshield I'm sitting in the park, fire
risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the matress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Suprising what niggas willing to do to get a neckless
tell you what's wrong or right Right, right, right, right... So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right ... (Uh!)
Noise boy, what's up [Hook x4] [Pimp C talking] Now I got holla at Port Arthur And all them motherfuckin' niggas in Texas Know what I'm talkin' about I
at risk Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas Surprising what niggas willing to do to get
wrong nigga, be a tested Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool But I ain't the average motherfucker I do
money brought me back I'm seeing crome and I do them runs flat President tent front back Man I wish them old BP's come back but I roll on 'em Hundrend
