Traduction: Colonne vertébrale. Droit de béton.
[Chorus x2] Woooo walk that walk I said wooooo, talk that talk Wooooo, forever give it to ya raw Woooo, preaching this concrete law [Backbone] I scream
't stop it don't quit You hear me talkin nigga, it's like this [Hook x2] [Blvd. Int. yelling in Spanish] [Blvd Int] De deje [BackBone] I told ya [x8] [Backbone
through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em) [Verse 1] I'm border, grit on that killer They call it Front Street, know about it nigga He work the concretes
money and these broads break us We right here 'til the Lord take us We act a fool cuz the laws make us "Baby.. You can't stop the hustle" [Backbone]
sit on the porch and watch 'em FLEE from the po-lice But the nighttime blind, and ain't no eyes on the streets (Shhh) First Law of the Concrete Better
Dungeon Ratz.. Haha!) 24/7 you gotta dodge cops, plus the haters strapped with glocks A science to get paper, a science to keep this paper [Backbone
[Backbone] Now I'm give it to ya straight, gram for gram Partna, ya see it on the plate Ya can't fuck with us, with that touch and bust We got taste
(feat. Killer Mike) ["Sho ya right" repeated in background of verses] [BackBone] Hey, hey, stay sharp as fuck Tell 'em, get that right and straighten
on the car we bend the corner off the floor because they know who we are Yes yes y'all we on a money making mission baby stay on ya job [Backbone] In
