a junkie It has a wandering vien And all of your thoughtlessness Is dried up rain Aint no lookin back, now---is there kid? You always look to the west
Traducció: Joia. No és No Tornar Lookin (setembre de 1996).
Traducció: Joia. No és No Lookin Tornar.
and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Black stripe, yellow paint Them niggas scared of it, but them ho's ain't Soon as I hit the club look at
it eyes No, you ain't, man No, you ain't come A brother think you've got back up But you really don't You know why I wouldn't even hit you with my fist
I'm never going back, no matter what the crime Surrendering ain't me Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no
no clashes Just bunk mile sleds boot shines up in the masses Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease When I'm in LA, it ain't hard
not got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that niggas ain't shit Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin'
masses Won't be no teams up in here with no clashes When I'm in LA, it ain't hard to find me Life got no guarantees, I'm looking for the long lease
brother drops Maybe that's the plan and I don't understand God damn you got me sinkin' in quicksand But since I don't know and I ain't never learned
'96, ah shit, Ice-T, back representin', nigga, once again That real shit, nigga I thought you knew, bitch Better recognize Players, check your grip before
My flow, my show brought me the dough That bought me all my fancy things My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels Look homey, I done came up and I ain't
then Britney That means it ain't stepped on, dig me? The Roc Boys in the buildin' tonight Oh, what a feelin', I'm feelin' life You don't even gotta
's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't
Duncan pink lemonade Listen, I'm not actin', this ain't rappin', this live in action Let's consider all the facts in I got caught dealin' some way back
destructive warpath It'll be a shell shower in today's forecast You a gangsta? I can't tell You diamonds don't glimmer when the light hit it Those jewels aren't
I will not tell Now those guys didn't seem good And they didn't seem bad They didn't seem so happy And I know they weren't sad But the point isn't
[50 cent] Look look, I've come from a different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you 'cause I ain't got shit to do
