neighborhood and penitentiary There exists many others who are similar to me and We, we are the ones We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns We, we
Tradução: El Golpe de Estado. Nosotros somos los.
but my true religion Is stuffin big faces down in these ?? We everywhere you aint never there New coupe shoe shine like patent leather airs Pushin something we
you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn
Ride and low (Ride and low) Lay back in the seats and creep That's just how I roll With some fresh nice ones on ma feet This is how we go (This is how we
we get married just to say we fucking did it And girl, I'm fucking serious, I'm with it if you with it 'Cause your verses turn me on, and your pants are
just found out I could fly to Dubai and hire Buffy the Body Don't call us if the bitches ain't flawless If they are, then we can hang, like Aretha Franklin
, you waitin for me to go Threw on the ram' bounce, just shakin yo' ass yo Bump this in your lex coupe or your expo' Flipmode squad, we the ones in them
Prowler Mannie: DVD to the TV that mean you can HOLLA! [Mannie Fresh] Rims - 22, chick - 22, dick about 22 Playboy, now who the fuck are you? I'm mister two-door coupes
head gon' look like in the back of your coupe like some one threw up in your rear view after you battle KRS-One no ones ever gonna wanna hear you notice
? big faces down in these True Religions We everywhere, you ain?t neva there New Coupes, shoes shine like patented leather Airs Pushin? sum'n, we ain
come home at Cadillac Ranch Well, we gave all the cows away Now the only horns around here today Are the ones up on the grill Of a genuine ?59 Coupe Deville Now we
this "land of fire". Allende supporters are gathered Estadium nacional They disappear, ask them how the tortured shall Dispatch a message to loved ones
Coupe or your Expo' Flipmode Squad, we the ones in them videos Catch us with the fly shit, but you don't hear me doe Rampage, professional, just move your feet We
can't spell the West without the E-S Ah yes we connectin y'all Thats how we do it ( do it to em, do it to em ) And we out ( see ya, see your )
. We can smoke out in the ride of our memories. [Chorus 1x] Reality is just a fragment. Fragment inside my soul. My eyes are closed. My head is spinnin
