just sellout, cash cards, just sellout Do it to yourself before its done to you It's the euro, dollar, the yen or rubal Sellout is the aim On the billboard
sellout, cash cards, just sellout Do it to yourself before its done to you It?s the euro, dollar, the yen or rubal Sellout is the aim On the billboard
번역: 속도에 칙스. 팔아 버리다.
man cut Swing a blow you can't duck Throw up your hands, what? Nobody on earth could see Pacer I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer {Pace Won
n fightin trifflin rhymes about tha life n tha times wit niggaz on tha grind white collared criminals climb the corporate ladder while niggaz like me gotta sell
out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even hate on those who hate
and pull it Now every chick wanna make me come faster than a speeding bullet But I ain't into coachin' birds like Tony La Russa I done had the thickest chickens
man gets taken back 2 the drawing board Im guna cut the cord (cord) Blud im getin bored (bored) Have u going on, Flowing on, Wat u fink u reckon on Im
nuthin Now save your bluffin for one of them model chicks Droppin our modest hit, to prove I'm the hottest bitch Go all-out like an Islamic clique, I'm on
down town Let me put you on. Word, he down there buggin' He got them illing out, the shooting and everything Let's continue the saga, mad, mad drama I met this chick
WYLIN out with Bloods and Crips, on some shit Leavin' you ripped is totally sick I sue pricks on mysterious trips, makin' serious chips You on a curious
out, I pulls da mack out Scream what's that about, then I clap out I get my fly on, and my drop on, due to write on Don't even hate on those who hate
Yo, yo...yo, I blacks out, I pulls the mack out Scream "Whats that about," then I clap out I get my plot on, in my drop on Through the rotten, dont even
We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll We roll on 'em roll, roll on 'em roll
s life Speed up this life fuck that slow lane no progress Nigga u grown, at 14 we had that thought process But that ain't in alot of chicks to call a
