번역: 쾅. 하늘을 보면서.
does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang When feathers fly, you deny everything (Alouette) Un, deux, trois No one ever does it like that anymore Bang, bang, bang
curvatures Yeah, ya heard of us, hits stay superfluous Man, I extend credit to a vagabond Run your city and we not talkin' marathons Bang like chitty chitty, here to disturb you New CD, watch
Yea For Zane, my future Hook: Man I feel like a runaway slave Can?t calm down Never gon behave My back to the wind My spirit in the sky I?m never giving
out this life Right here another lil' story bout this click I claimed Another chapter based on how I get that game Hanging round my neighborhood and bang my street Sit and watch
Dancing with the teacher in the circle (Only when you want direction) Watching for the reasons we are going (Only when you stop to listen) Getting ready for the big bang
it in the sky for me Lemme see ya lighter! - Throw ya hands hiiiiiiiigh [Kardinal] Bang-ba-da-ba-da-bang! Somebody mussa told ya that we play around
watch all of my nigga's... 'till you know how we did it Throw it all up in the street just see the kid on a roll And let me bang with this shawty when
don't gleam gleam And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks
only the Fifth Dawg Fuck you thought motherfucker fame For the fact the shit is a phat game Going remain number one in the Land Flesh, strangle the gang, bang bang, bang
Bone) Walk a little, get 'em When I hit 'em I get rid of them Watch your tone and keep your volume to a mininum Boy watch your self Grown man don't fool
road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side Though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched
' on this blunt while I'm lookin' at the sky Make it rain so I know the doves cry Lord, do You hear me praying When I'm lookin' at the sky? I hope You
don't think y'all really want none Sealed back with a whole new clip With a bad ass chick on some brand new shit Now put em' up, to the sky We get fucked
lavish crib and fancy cars You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne If you look in the sky and
Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, music Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame Come to the crib, get banged
Yeah, yeah, put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house and motherfucker we can back it Come test your skills for real with a bomb bang, boom bang
