: Quiero decirte que, las paredes de mi habitacion, se convierten en cobijo si oigo tu voz cerca de mi ahora el tiempo pasa lento, el silencio vuelve
Quiero decirte que, las paredes de mi habitacion, se convierten en cobijo si oigo tu voz cerca de mi ahora el tiempo pasa lento, el silencio vuelve
sweatin' me bad Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top Hit the body and the bullshit stop Wheneva them troublin' us, where the po-po niggas roll Solo
we got a beat up accordian That's Erik, our drummer, his father's a plumber He drank enough booze to get Rhode Island drunk Now sober but smelly, he
and a bag of indo So many fuckin' emcees claim supremacy On whose got hip hop locked, it could never be One who is solo, runnin' the whole game That'
in the reverand's hall MC's reckless ?I ball? why y'all wanna go and do that? Must've thought I was solo, the name just ain't the U-Ac No mo', still together
sincere cruel tyrant Thy servant anticipates pain The reason why things come together Acts Performed in elaborate way Quit sedate pronounced sentence Sober
slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me drunk of sober
and rolls me a 20 dolla sack It's like that It's like that, sometimes I wish it wasn't Sometimes I wish I was sober and free just like my cousin But
frozen this time At this north south planet clinic where abortions are performed From the start, I see the end Will we be friends in the end Took you with me, solo
a free soda, medicated twice we ogre! Double dipped blunts, we Non Phixion, game over, My man solo shit on cable got the game sober, How I Became a Soldier
it, dead serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin' Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober
the mornin'! Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober, Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober, Throw him in the lock-up 'till he's sober earl-eye
Rumpleteazer, a fun-loving, frolicking team of pranksters, always getting in trouble with the family with whom they live. SOLO
should have slayed me as a baby behaving shadier than Wes Craven and you aint even go to pay me i take pleasure in layin nigga down daily you face me drunk or sober
serious Believe it don't believe us, until you see me creepin', Now you sleep with them fishes G-W-I-Z, so delicious To all them ghetto and sober bitches
your name ain't - And I'm powerful in my stable mentality Takin mc's, yes, of any nationality Blitzin em, dissin em, off I'm pissin em Makin em solo,
as ever And I'm chained like a slave Trapped in the dark Slammed all the locks Death calls my name And it seems I've been buried alive [Solo] Take
