Traduction: Bill Anderson. Rag Montagne Noire.
I'm done and dirty and so flossy on tha scene I'm ridin on dub dueces wit TV screens And my garge is full of rag tops and candy paints (Baby: Tha new
VERSE 1: Ice-T] Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin' in the black five hun' I used to low ride, now it's just for
seen a Blackman on the honeymooners But now somehow we've learned to earn, to grow, to show The elevation of a people built is so Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black
bread Baking coke mountains From Law Town to Staten To Boston to Manhattan This is what you call serious rappin' The serial scratcher Murder materialism ratchet, fearing the blackness
don`t know yours. So just?) Oh, Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood Skinny dude, with braids straight back Straight out of Virginia in a black du rag
heh Eminemeh Busta A dotter like me baby It ain't nideo We don't work the streets We stay above em Wont see me on a corner with a pattern rag I'm urination
, I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin in the black five hun' I used to lowride, now it's just for fun
heh Eminemeh Busta A dotter like me baby it aint ????? we don't work the streets we stay above em wont see me on a corner with a pattern rag I'm urination
1: Ice-T] Ice-T, let me kick my credentials A young player, bred in South Central L.A., home of the bodybag You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag I
I know the feds watch me But my vest clashes hard with the Versace So I'm just rollin in the black five hun' I used to lowride, now it's just for fun
