You can get quids in quick There's a lot in a name Friday (barking the celluloid down) Even my cat would balk at that Sign cross spent sign asterisk mind
Traduction: The Fall. Beaucoup dans un nom.
got a whole lot of credit and my pennies is long I put a thizz on my face and bob my head to the song Fall through the door with a smirk Haters feelings
like a heart surgeon And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook But I keep a stack thick as few college books I got a new polished look And twenty
that I'm doin my thing (uh huh) A lot a niggaz talk but ain't doin a thing (uh uh) Whatever come in the fall, I do in the spring See I told y'all I'm
niggaz, is a house that's vacant Therefor I'm stranded, where crimes are committed to bread Forced to watch my people fall off track, like a bad wig I dropped a lot
ma find a new hot spot, it's guaranteed I'm a thug nigga but still a romantic so pass the weed Now you ain't no dimepiece, you a whole dollar And I'd
respect Now that I'm grown, a nigga be cashing chin checks I'm a guerilla, with a motherfucking attitude And whether broke or pain, I'ma be in a bad mood
m busting in the parking lot In a big body Dave & Taylor ain't no haunt day Going the wrong way on the one way, screams falling Like rain drops, they
drama, anyday (more or less) Go to war, in the midst of gun play (more or less) On your street, with the sweet (it ain't no need to have a vest) A lot
up your ass with a genuine draft and ride off on a giraffe till its legs is broke sit alongside of the bay and watch those legs float wit' a message in a
leave a young mother to be a pappy And since we all came from a woman Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman I wonder why we take from our
they can't screw me they find a way to sue me Now can you picture me coolin at a night club somethin for love, but muthafuckas want a ?beamer? Since I wear a lot
a vacant lot For any spirit to haunt Hey hey sha la la Hey hey You're an accident waiting to happen You're a piece of glass left in a beach Well, you
out, does that make me a quitter? In this white man's world, I'm similar to a squirrel Lookin for a slut wit a nice butt to get a nut If I get shot today
[Chorus] That first verse is just a dose of the shit that I'm on Consider this the first chapter in the ghetto's Quran I know a lot of niggas that
spit I fall face down, background is H-Town Needle drag, music stops, people call the cops For a rap cat, shot dead in the back Over a dame, for some
