piu a guardare allo specchio della televisione proprio me ne frego io mi diverto a costruire coll'ego. Dimmi cos'e che non va con me stesso dimmi qual
Passeggio tutto solo per le strade guardando attentamente i monumenti un classico straniero con un'aria strana che gira stanco tutta la citta a un certo
the fuckin' lottery And a damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers When we rhyme with each other
I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L
they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est, hope they don't have to find out the hard way Like snitch niggaz in the pen that get Hit when the guards look the other
Slaughterin' MC's and I'ma never get whipped When I retire I'll get worshiped like a old battleship L.L., I'm bad, other rappers know When I enter the
your ass, And take the motherfucker, Everybody know new york is where it began, So let the ego-shit end. Black radio is being disowned, Not by the other
mines - poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other
, oh yeah, oh yeah Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence They brought me in another charges of a legal residents And L, E, N, on
gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen!) We wanna welcome e'rybody for comin out tonight (Phizzle Phizzle) (Most definitely) To another S-T-L/A-T-L connection
reflections... Reflections of a young guy as there are many Without seeing many others use these words... I let your mind breathin' together... With the EGO
- poke they eyes out I'm L.A.'s loc'est - hope they don't have to find out the hard way like snitch niggaz in the pen that get hit when the guards look the other
time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l
I told ya'll I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told ya'll the real, they started catching feelings Muthafuck 'em all, throw ya L
s and I'm a never get with When I retire I'll get worship like a old battleship L.L. I'm bad other rappers know When I enter the center they say, "Yo
, oh yeah (Pras) Man, I went to cops the other day to plead for my innocence They brought me in another charges of a legal residents And L-E-N, on a
