Prevod: Mac-Row. Meet Macro.
? Long Beach out of the dark came Snoop Skinny little nigga not scared to shoot Dogg Pound gangstas Kurrupt and Daz Sure have the whole Death Row unblast
his record go gold with no radio play But it happened, the Ice is rappin' Just listen to my fans that are clappin' Or come to my show, get in the front row
The KLF would like to thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around
these bitches screaming that Tupac back All eyes on me, better Picture Me Rollin' Buying brand new rims, but them bitches is stolen Stranded on Death Row
insist on this I got your name at the top of fucking dead bitch list meet Mr Machiavelli?s terror back of the year, thug of the era death row and Outlawz
' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavi Not from Kris Kross but they call me Mac Daddy Had he, not known about the city
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment, I put track on crack And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks
um is this Kentucky Fried?" The lady said, "Yes man", smiled and he smiled back He gave a quarter and his order, small fries, Big Mac! You be illin',
Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut In the 'telly somewhere layin' a smut Champelly, purple hayin' it up front row A layin' it up Or
up pushin' snowflake to niggas that was pro-base The stress'll take a young nigga give him a old face All I did was smoke joke think and drink Cop came they complained front row
with the tool It's Mc Eiht so what's up with that? Ratta-tat-tat from the stolen gat Uh, my nigga fuckin' Hawk and Bird got the Mac-10 Eihthype quick
Suggestions, questions People want to know Is there life after talk Cause there's talk on the row Twistin' words that I've never even said To the ones
know, places i go out on my own, hoes stay blowin up my phone but i wanna be left alone. Doin shows every 4 or 5 cities in a row hit me with some dough
I've been drunk for the 11th night. Don't know how I'm gonna wake in time to catch this flight. All these bitches in the front row try to dress alike
I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around Look at when I come around and spit that flow 3 in a row
the one you always stay awake with and spend the day with Always wanna walk ya home And you hate the way my day to day is on the road (It?s okay) Front row
