Hell bent useless void Feed your fame paranoid Wash these hands for a change One step close by the way Spin around all way Nothing left Give it all away
번역: 슬림 더스티. 내 고물 부시 쉔티.
with James Buchanan Then the South starts shootin' cannon And we've got a civil war A war, a war down south in Dixie Up to bat comes old Abe Lincoln
Ireland Hit ya, I'm gonna get ya And drop the bomb scripture at your Barmitzvah Yo, map shit out, blast through the speakers With a wife beater on, bushes
Whassup, Whassup?! Westside !! Here we go, Another one, Iceberg, Gangsta Rap 2006, 8t album, SMG ! Time to take you back to the days of old Six-fo
Don caught a ricochet These motherfuckers was ill, they didn't come to play Bust a right turn, parked and then we got left Hid in the the bushes, shot
near By the bed a big black hole In they jump all the sheep Much too old but I count them still But I cannot fall asleep Past my navel in the bush Waiting
? Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why? Why they do me like that? Why would niggaz push pounds and powder? Why did bush
Welcome to my country Welcome to my home You could stay forever You won't leave it alone Welcome to the bush Take what you may need When shove comes
as there was a while ago We fired once more and they begin to runnin' On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico Old Hickory said we could take '
know the earth and the stars Don't hesitate to say you heard it from Nas What is destined shall be George Bush killer 'til George Bush kills me Much
the story of our past and present situation That old bush just keeps on burning Share the hope for future learning Nobody seems to show they're learning That old bush
ll be strong, when he's weak, i will hold his hand Now i believe old fashioned rules and old fashioned ways Courtesy, 'honesty, like in the old days You
'll be strong, when he's weak, I will hold his hand Now I believe old fashioned rules and old fashioned ways Courtesy, honesty, like in the old days
nigga I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta In the bushes cocked,
his card And one night when he came home, they was in the bushes in his yard As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they
, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills yall, run up over them bushes
