can take a punch,keep it gutta, cuz I know you cant take one, weak niggas fall and the real niggas stay up. Yeah thats the sound when the pack is around
Traduction: Le Pack. Gronder.
I fight to jump so would the lord bless me To keep on breathing leaving niggas unconscience When I'm punching I'm going hard in the paint, so pack a
of touch with all them bustas in my rear view but see they game, so lame, I can hear through I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice) Six pack
Ross on my hip and I got to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it
to sunup -- clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
big. Swing a verbal sledge hammer spit five fully loaded. The Frowning on my face is from the clowning you promoted. Stay humble and prepared little kid ready to rumble
Piling the traps, pulling the ropes A flock of seagulls Break the peace of the newborn day Hours later the ?cages? Are packed on the deck There goes the working day Packing
.'s and you can see why these Mother fuckers don't wanna see my steeze Cause imma killa when lyricals come undone I do miracles And I come from the kingdom of rumble
B's sold fifty gold sixty platinum Shacklin the masses with drastic rap tactics Graphic displays melt the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns in Rumble
boy pack a gun, little boy like Tanqueray-ay ("Kharma") Everything you do gon' make your hair turn gray-ay ("Kharma") Nowhere to run, are you afraid-aid? ("Kharma") Little boy pack
do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I
my hip and I gots to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me ?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real, leave it
that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
(Let's get ready to rumble) In this corner we have the funk body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew
Keith Murray, is down wit' us My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack
leave a nigga comatose I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one Always pack the heat