porch, lettin' you slide You pissed in your pants and put out the torch, lettin' you slide You splattered the bathroom with your hair dye, lettin' you slide
Traduction: L7. Slide.
make a believer Have these niggas catching bullets, like wide receivers Bitch I hit a lick, bought a Lac hit a switch You can ask these niggas trick, S.L
doin this for the love, the dough and fame A fool with Technics and some bullshit beats Need to shut his mouth when the cool kid speaks My name is Esoteric, that's 7L
Brown paper bag (thank god for that) Brown paper bag (we the best) Just pulled over in my 7-5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide Got 20 in
the plank Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain't no joke And then some more dope then you'd ever know E-I-L-O, hello When I'm all by myself let it
dick and get a glock My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11 You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I
destroy this You get ambushed, skate, try to avoid this Side effects of, hot raps and hot tracks A duffle bag full of guns son, dipped in black My culture, slides
Vietnam ain't shit on what a nigga in the hood faces 1-8-7 case, cop into a lesser charge Three strikes hit you with that L Lock behind bars, bellin
Em7(3) em7 Well I know I know I know 030010 030030 C cadd9 cadd9(2) Why it just has to be just has to be Well l know l know l know why I'm with
I gotta hit his ass, with the chrome Nothing less, R-E-S-T-L-E double S Stress, got a nigga on amp So I got mob for life, like 24/7 And I promise, I'
things just don't last So light this L and parlay with me Cause tonight shortie rock you gonna stay with me Pyscho Les: Son this beat is mad hot, 100 degrees Slide
ass place to stay Where the riders ride and the players play I've been around the world and around the way 24-7 like everyday L.A. is sure a crazy ass
' Words' straight from Hell Blaze green all day, tell me what do ya smell? Bump the beat up in city heat, double O 7 East side I ride, AK-47 You can
paint, walk the plank Fuck the bass smokin' hay Me, I ain't no joke And then some more dope then you'd ever know E I L O, hello When I'm all by myself
em/ when the federal general ona mission(Thuggish Ruggish say) (chorus 2x) Verse 2: ('what?, what?' repeated in rhythm in background) Projects like Y-A, sell rocks, slide
close I'm like the undertaker turning rappers into ghosts Host and roast mc's like I'm suppose I can send l.o.d. to bust caps perhaps Bring e and red
