The sun comes up on Santa Rosa The garbage men are cleaning up the street There's a junkie sleeping in the shadows and all around me I can feel the weight
Traduction: Diesel Boy. Real Life dans la grande ville.
the sun comes up on santa rosa the garbage men are cleaning up the street there's a junkie sleeping in the shadows and all around me i can feel the weight
Then I backdo' the beltway back to Mo City But there's a Regal trailing close up on my fender But in my hand, I got the synthetic rubber death Automatic life
the song hott, The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop, My chain big like my buzz in the city, But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty
face and slap ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy ???? and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate Master
' to shove us out the game, but they can't There's a ghetto in every city in America And I'm from the Big West Second dynasty... Death Row is back! Yeah
your face and slap ya, boy With a .38 kidnap ya, boy Ductape and wrap ya, boy [????] and flash ya, boy Lascerate and trash ya, boy Mash ya, boy, I hate
Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten [Chorus
dropped, the judges were paid by big shots [VERSE 5] Listen, it's not hard to take charge Life of a big shot is extra large Strictly do or die, makin moves direct Cause a big
song hott, The crime rise and your baby momma's draws drop, My chain big like my buzz in the city, But when I wasn't a rapper life wasn't as pretty,
Dirt McGirt, okay, then Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten [Chorus
