lag.youre always pulling,keep on trying.keep on trying to bring me down.im going to show you that i dont like to fuck around.you show your face and ill look
Traduction: Death By Stereo. "Lookin Out For # 1.
murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1
airwaves like a hummer exhaust Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for
don't pay attention And not to mention you look like you're on a pension You look like that ronald MC Donald and MC hammer And by your heavy breathing
[Intro - talking] Like it was before, as usual Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same [Verse 1] Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
out my pop's hi-fi stereo Looking at the photos, buggin on the names With the fold out covers and the crazy illustrations I got older and bought my own records By
swing flags for Puerto Rico And kill any blanco gringo reffering to Chino as chico By summoning the smoldering murdering minister thats mastering mayhem slaying day out & day in out
like a hummer exhaust Don't let MAKAVELI fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for
I murk you on the spot Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac I put purple on the block So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1
hands Check it [Verse 1] For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my Bitches and thugs, spit game and throw slugs It's the Ruler, live by,
