out at night and thrash To make points on the punk point graph Trying to prove a point to your family Living in a car with a gold spoon in your mouth
Traduction: No Use For A Name. Points Punk.
go out at night and thrash To make points on the punk point graph Trying to prove a point to your family Living in a car with a gold spoon in your mouth
Similar to that of a dinosaur I told you I'm the rap predator You insist to imitate, what for? Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented for a
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald I make
, let a nigga know What info gat, Beretta nigga know Talkin' bout a po-po, undercover in the low-low Tryin' to extort you for yo dough That's a no, no
be thinkin that I won't pop a trunk If you feelin like a punk From the he said she said Life's not a choice it's a win or lose So what's it gonna be,
rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans,good for my heart About 1 a
'Scuse me, as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture
the floor Similar to that of a dinosaur, I told you I'm the rap Predator You insist to imitate, what for? Superstar niggaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented For a
for work, I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs and come home like a slob So here comes Rob, he's cold and shivery He gives me two hundred for a quick
you say you want a real G So why don't you play like Jayo Felony And bitch take a ride with me 'Cause I can use a ho like you a bitch down to blast And
like a psycho, a nigga just might go Spray the whole town 'cause a nigga is a schizo Little freaky deetch try to say a nigga mean But I'm sprayin punk
For one price, for one price, for one price In the whole history of man, in the whole history of man In the whole history of man All the people on this
'Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocket full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture? Stalk the dead body like a vulture
