ve worked it out somehow But it's over now I thought you'd be comin' 'round But it's over now Could've worked it out But it's over now
Превод: ЛА Гунс. Готово је сад.
watch what the fuck you say It's ya mouth that started the shit Now you actin' all retarted and shit Dog I came to play my part and that's it We had a
loot loop As fast as I spend it, I'm tryin' to get back in it I make the loot loop It's cop and blow, nigga, that's all I know I make the loot loop
Vice is small time,L.A's the big league From the rollin' 60's to the nickerson "G" Pueblos,grape street,this is what I see The jungle,the 30's,the V.
get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch Where the rich emerge, with the {niggaz} from the ditch And it's a myth
and put in the back and I murder a nigga, stead put in the, shoot it! if it aint black owned then we loot it, Burn this bitch down, lets do it! We aint
Pa, it's a wrap Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we straight thug it Read my palms, you see more chapters than L. Ron
guns, the empty ones, over dope money (Let's go) Car house in the smoke, over dope money (C'mon) All my niggas will die over dope money (Let's go) Bust
than the average, ki's be We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers What the, hell? What is that I smell? No, it's not but it's a
Cubans meet the Haitians A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L.A. to Brooklyn, why you doin' all that talkin'? Think you got a soul
Cubans meet the Haitians A bullet beats the verbal lyrical assassination From L A to Brooklyn why you doin' all that talkin' Think you got a soul but
sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say i do it big that's the only way (ay ay ay
the world in great distances And ain't a place that I know that bear resemblance That's why we it The Planet Not a borough or a prov, it's our style that's
metal dig me Say word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill gangstas
My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on the floor
step in my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got
done, plenty of guns Plenty of bombs, many shall come And my name, a homeless man ridin' a train Day and night, leavin' my head with migraines It's the
