now Watch out a real nigga do shit, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is in fear now, It's more than music
Prevod: Crooked I. To je More Than Music.
here now Watch out a real nigga do shit, I got my own Record Label and them suckas is in fear now, It's more than music
I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky",
let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' baby/ Let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' Wish Bone When I'm gone on the Patron
style Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme It's
shit It's the Thelonious, super microphonist You know us, this rap shit we 'bout to own it You know it, 'cause you can feel it in your throat Say it I
As we move through the stage floor I need to bass more So I can taste it and make y'all go AWOL and lose it Say no more Brace your delf nigga its on
she went to Pebblebrook Graduated in '03 and love Yelawolf I got more numbers than a yellow book And I took more shots than Carmello took So I'm used
in it That's why I get (Cash Money) like it's (No Limit) This material shit, I'm so wit it, get it? {"Put some money on it"} This is for you rap stars
ram square into it (chaa) Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood (chaa) I got more bottles, than
rock it This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it
Spliff the foul Through your stereo Spliff Starr ignorant immigrant I'm gettin it Money, fast car, fine broads, what I'm hittin it (that's right) Raw shit i'm spittin it
the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin I
we told y'all niggaz last time it was More Than Music Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell) Check it man, okay Hell Rell: I heard
on my back i got five spines black cat with nine lives and time flies by, so i got one life to lose it but how will i use it i put it all in the music
Yeah! I go by the name of Cassidy! I?m gonna sing a rap song about violence, cause that?s what I see. I mean everybody?s violent, And sometimes I?m even
[Crooked I] Yo, it's that untouchable gangsta Crooked in to I go I'm from a long lost tribe called "Fuck a Hoe" Come through in a new Chevy, droppin game
