talkin to you Wondering if I'm dissin you and everything you're attached to I'm talkin to you Runnin your mouth, wonderin "yo, who Mos be talkin bout?"
Traduction: Black Star. Talkin 'To You.
] "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin
beat, you know that we Gs You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know
t write raps in all of my classes Like I never use to runaway into the blackness Now let's pretend like it was all-good Like I didn't live starring in
to the Germans You prolly got the man you love wit you But wouldn't you rather have the Man above wit you? Can I get an Amen [Reverend talking] Now
Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars (woo) Like you really gon' get me (uh huh) You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty (haha) The chilla's wrong with me (uh) You
troopers peep you Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill You gon' still need a
You say you rich, then come and talk that shit to me (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka) Buy your DVD's and TV's, but I like shoes on my Jeep (Blacka, blacka, blacka, blacka
earth decays Then I seen a little black boy with a shirt that say Don't you miss the fucking classics like purple rain You need something to cool you
peeking at you from the Eastern side of Plutonia Dressed in armor of Order, to meet destiny with a strong Black grip Ten hun-zu, see you in from the Zero
Everything he own got it sittin' on dubs, If he stay in the club gettin' high pourin' bub, Ya boy live a rock star life, Come home every night to a pop star
a banana All black burner(?) gloves All black Phantom I'm the kush man hold the big sack like Santa Piece of {CAKE} no challenge Gettin green like salad Told the homies where you
bulletproof up underneath Den Den you ain't no Crip nigga you's a bitch, cause you won't come to me Talk that shit in my face, you been talking behind
Z-Ro] I'm a stranger, cause I'm a nigga you ain't seen Face to face with death, bitch nigga you can't scream Better cherish this your last breath, cause you
up to the Fat Pat, nigga cause we Southside holding Rolling in luxury cars, sipping on bar, talking on cellulars Receiving messages from Mars, nothing but rap stars
my grind hoe Niggas talkin this and that and wonder what i sound hoe Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sold Botton line you gotta problem then
