Intro] [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway
Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking] Whoo..on the grind, uh, so gangsta, don't ya agree? uh [Female Singing] You don't know [Freeway - talking]
Превод: Аутопут. Ви не знате (Гето).
Превод: Аутопут. Ви не знате (Гето) (феат. Варнице.
't over (Over) You can roll (You can roll) You can get rolled over My nigga we the frontline warriors [Unverified] on Sunday Never know I might bust on you
Temperature's rising, hips and thighs coming Hypnotizing man I don't wanna stop It feels like They don't understand me because I really don't understand myself I can't
, cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody move Two words, BK , NY, Bedstuy Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't
cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody move Two words, BK, NY, bedstuy Two hard, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my
me I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back to California to see you Your son
the law The realest muthafucka that you ever saw I'm living raw 'til they bury me don't worry me I'm high living like I ain't afraid to die And you
But I don't give a fuck I'm lettin niggaz know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north Don't make me get my
much money they got, how much work they done flipped I don't see none a' you niggaz out here, nigga I'm out here for real A nigga tell you my life is
you take it to plate Rock it down, stuff the shit in five eighths Early and not late Don't be makin' no mistakes Put it out and then you bring it back
patience gone, you know Freeway be feelin your pain, I got twelve homies doin the same And if they had bail, homey, they'd be out But they don't so they
what that pressure'll do And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you Crucial beatdowns til the bitch
I know But not like the one I know I know it's coke in every hood I know It's no joke in every hood I know But not like the one I know I know it's rough
