ill and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and
번역: Beastie 소년. Rhymin '그리고 도둑질'.
번역: 생활. Rhymin '그리고 도둑질'.
and I'm rhymin' and stealin' Snatching gold chains - vicking pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches - and
gonna solve ?em, I?m just gonna rob ?em Rhyme stealer I see your rank moves and your rhymes ain't tough When you gonna learn that enough is enough Getting? loud and
Well, little lazy rappers, obviously we never figured This would be the lick and we'd be next to shine And we got everybody screamin' and singin' But
years and can't make hotter music Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it I don't know why Loon and
watchin stealin but there ain't no hope man You dealin wit somethin bigger than the US oh man And ain't no jokin Fresh like fatlaces and dukey ropes and
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the song Yo, we from the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave at you and smile you
I'm gonna tell you this Trues and vogues ain't really shit Wanna roll so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes If you ask
do they love and they all say, "Tide" I'm just an M.C. rapper and nothin' else I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
(C. Kirschner, C.Webster) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) Bass: Walter Sipser Drums/Keys: Curtis Curtis and Concetta Guitar: Concetta Hand
old to jump up and down (up and down) (so then what happened?) So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he
for clear channel we used to drive to 50 states and hear 50 flows now every city knows sames songs its just again pimps and hos and the kids think the
in the joint, huh? Stealin' my light, huh? Watch me, Duke, watch me Yo, check these up top murderous Snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges FBI try and
like the Bosnians and Bolsheviks Put an umbrella up they asshole and open it While I'm still holdin it, openin and closin it I break they motherfuckin
watchin' stealin' but there ain't no hope man You dealin' wit somethin' bigger than the US Open And ain't no jokin' Fresh like Fatlaces and Dukey ropes and
