voice tells you Who's been wrong to you You've got pains Like an addict I'm Leaving You You've got pains Like an addict 10 A.M. automatic I see darkness
tells you Who's been wrong to you, yeah You've got pains like an addict I'm leaving you You've got pains like an addict 10 A.M. automatic Come on,
Traduction: The Black Keys. 10 heures automatique.
but I'm spendin all my{CAKE} on Atlanta(?) Yeah I got a full house like Stephanie Tanner And the clip on the K look like a banana All black burner(?) gloves All black
start rippin a pencil like its a pistol and just blastin off you know youre dealin wit who mic addicts see it I grab it automatic ??? time to pay the
sleep But don't fall asleep Don't fall to sleep You can get ya cash on Pictures of penny Sippin' my glass full of henny Hands on my semi- Automatic
2 sleep Quit staring at my like a infra-red nigga [Verse 1: Makaveli] Pictures of plenty Sippin my glass full of henny Hands on my semi - - Automatic
it's like Vegas, or better yet like Reno Niggaz poppin, welcome to our casino Cause you and me know Hundred percent like a c-note Looking for a bitch that's half-black
at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' family The coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worried I got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black
a nigga's gettin richer They come to get ya, it's like a motherfuckin trap And they wonder why it's hard bein black Dear Lord can ya feel me, gettin
burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in LA (Let my angel sing) Chorus Verse Three: Makaveli Cause would it be LA without Mexicans? Black
Me and my girlfriend, hustlin, fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steering wheel, blush, while she bail out bustin Fuck em all, watch em fall screamin, automatic
on to most rap fiends Un cured, ain't no vaccine Last seen at the automatic teller machine, maxing out Or in the studio booth, blacking out It's Con
in the huddle - gave 'em simple instructions, Said - Operation: "Shut-down", the block, 12 o'clock Y'all niggas pull to that strip and let off like thirty shots. [automatic
son'll be a spoiled brat Hot enough to boil crack M-5 all you black I'm the reason all you rap Admit it I'm Daddy Black Doin this since Caddy Shack With
come through, youkno'msayin'? I switch up, I've got mad cars and shit like dat. {HAHA! } But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like... Is it that black joint come to the black
a pistol where ya mamma stay Act like I don't know where you lay Betta act right fo' I get uptight Act up I'm a let da automatic spray [x2:] (Get em)