chorus 2x) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying)
Traduction: Démon. At All Times.
! [Chorus x2] I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't lying)(I ain't lying) I keep my strap on me at all times(and I ain't dying)(I ain't dying
Intro: [Aaliyah] Give it up... we gon' show, you how we party (repeat 3X) Verse 1: [Magoo] I fiend for all beats, like girls jump for dicks Don't salt
call my home It aint much, but its something I can call my own I go to war at any times, at any place Why yo punk twelve gauge, all in your face I want
She get a round of applause Mami look so fly don't got no floss Shes ready no time to stop U gonna make her wait? oh, not at all U can tell me wat it
, Joe Budden, Paul Cain) [Intro - DJ Clue] Yeah y'all This the Triangle Offense Ghetto Fab Paul Cain, Joe Buddens We all "Street Dreams" At one time
look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those
sauce at your crib I make a mean spaghetti? Now I'm on the highway like Andre Within a couple minutes we was back at the rest I told her make herself at
fine She get every doll for Christmas, new Jordans at Easter-Time Some be like "At least you signed" But that just make is easy to get pointed out at precinct lines All
snap at 'em Sometimes throw thick stacks of trap at 'em Strut through like a slick mack and rap at 'em When they act a fool I chick smack and jap at '
to put the glock down Glock Down, Glock Down We expanded all the pipes now And I'm a get accustomed to this lifestyle No more spending all my cons tryin
foreign with my gun at my side, smoking designer dogia hope i dont run into one time, No perticular destination i jus wanna roll, Dont wanna talk i left all of my cell phones at home, All
[Z-ro:] When the fetti be rollin' setty, won't nobody be home When the money start lookin' funny, all my friends get gone Concerts and studio times, they
Cl'Che] Got em all asking, who could it be That Guerilla M double A-B, and C-L-C-H-E The classified lady, sho nuff Watch me shine up on the scene, make em all
Rap-A-Lot Knahimsayin I know y'all don't like that but fuck y'all though feel me [Verse 1: Z-Ro] From mansions, to Hummers, resently I want it all like
cause he be working through my homies Burning bridges, and I don't give a fuck Remember y'all laughing at me, when I couldn't get a buck It's all gravy
[Z-Ro] Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed
