Tradução: West Side Story Soundtrack. Fresco.
RIFF Boy, boy, crazy boy, Get cool, boy! Got a rocket in your pocket, Keep coolly cool, boy! Don't get hot, 'Cause man, you got Some high times ahead.
, I'm still the ghost Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes Mink coats and diamond clusters West coast we nothin but hustlers We grimy and gritty, cool
like Where you bread at? Where your leather? You know what I'm saying A lot of muthafuckers out here going shoppin And I be tellin people about the west side
will grow to become King!!!!!! [Verse 1] Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!) I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge Respected from East to West
where he stay 10,000 square feet not hardly Now you see that we ain't able to compete, now are we? And pardon me I'm giving you the west side story Of
tell you a story Saturday night I was downtown workin' for the FBI Sittin' in a nest of bad men whiskey bottles pilin' high A bootleggin' boozer on the west side
off their homelands and slaughtered in the name of Jesus. Horror stories of entire tribes being led through rivers while being baptized, just to be shot and scalped on the other side
you livin it's like Where yo' bread at? Where yo' leather, youknowhatI'msayin? A lot of motherfuckers out here goin shoppin and I be tellin people about the West side
to the summer to the middle of December Never need a sweater cause it barely gets cold I know you heard it all before but let the story be told Ain't
team, I'm still the ghost Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take notes Mink coats and diamond clusters West coast we nothin but hustlers We grimy and gritty, cool
(America, (C) 1957, Leonard Bernstein/Stephen Sondheim, West Side Story CHENG South Korea, my heart's obsession, Call me at your own discretion. SARAH
lived I lived right around a corner from west hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
where I lived I lived right around a corner from West Hell Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell The sun never shone on my side of the street
boy will grow to become King!!!!!! [Verse 1] Time to ride nigga (Just Blaze!!) I welcome you and get acquainted with the youngest in charge Respected from East to West
