'd do For one fix, like this It's my trip and it don't mean shit One fix with my bitch And I'm ripped and I'll get my kicks One fix Well for one fix
what I'd do For one fix, like this It's my trip, and it dont mean shit One fix, with my bitch And I'm ripped, and I get my kicks One fix For one fix
Prevod: Drog. One Fix.
just what I'd do For one fix, like this It's my trip, and it dont mean shit One fix, with my bitch And I'm ripped, and I get my kicks One fix For one fix
just what i'd do for one fix, like this it's my trip, and it don't mean shit one fix, with my bitch and i'm lit, and i get my kicks one fix one fix
need detox Man she so dope she make my vein shiver And if I got a headache then she the painkiller One sniff of her had my nose wide open One hit of her
Pipin the pipe every night, and when The moon came up, they was gone with the wind And every night the dope sold they desired Last one hired and first one
? (Seven executions) Remember me? (I have no remorse) Remember me? (I'm 'High Powered') Remember me? (I drop bombs like Hiroshima) For this one it's
it'll take awhile to tame Detroit is hella dirty but the dozen can fix it Resist and the biscuit will exceed the distance And bounce off one's home hit
your bitches ass while your kids stare in silence I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen's really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, than probably one
Right off the block, fat No doubt we turns it out 'Cause we Keep black movement and castle keep rockin' Plus hang with my niggas and hit the dope spots
lookin for work, there's guarantee to lock Put they dope up in they sock, then head out to the block These snitches wearin G uniforms to blend in Yeah we know you one
hurtin nuttin' And who gives a fuck 'bout, who's lyrics is better? As long as my shit is dope when I put it together Me and Swizz with another one, hot
out the sky, Big Mos Flaco make your waist get coast, Make your green get smoke Make your cat get stroke Me and Pha make the track get dope We stay settin
that she could quit but her calculations wasn't right Infatuated with the life of dope fiends and crack pushers Prostituting for old pimps who mack hookers Putting dope
the pastor, didn't know pop had asthma He pulled out his blue Bible, change fell out his coat Three condoms, two dice, one bag of dope Oooh rev ain't
headlines Niggas getting murdered for spot and bigger dimes Jobs and drug wars living by gun law Jailcats come home and want to take yours As the young one
