Sunday driving past your own hall of fame It's closed on weekdays, shut for good Pick out no one when you're talkin' Felt like rattlesnakes were walkin
Traduction: Chaussée. Black Out.
Bear I'm Lovie Smith with the vocals Lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been So slightly passed em, like the letter "n" It's DC, black jeans, black
the vocals lord i'm so focused more focused than I ever been so slightly passed em, like the letter "n" it's DC, black jeans, black tee this that North
the vocals Lord I'm so focused more focused than I ever been So slightly passed em, like the letter "n" It's DC, black jeans, black tee This that North
weaving Beating and getting money, supporting my own habit So bitch stay out my bidness, or I'ma let you have it [Hook] [Ben:] I'm out here slanging
keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get
I've just joined There's a gang I've just joined Three million strong you'd agree Four million strong you'd agree Enrollment was easy, so easy Getting out
Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the trench coat Badge out, laid off Says
(Ha ha) Husky, 'cause I put a little size on now, I don't wanna have to choke you par (So please) Don't make me have the people out here lookin' at you
, keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get
(Jack Bruce and Pete Brown) In the white room with black curtains near the station. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses
locked up Who snitching, who pitching and who knocked up Fuck niggas in Black Wall Street I trust Black hoodies and black Asics standing on the pavement
so beautiful Walk with me we can make it if we try, lost soldiers sometimes We gotta die but it's okay to cry Mothers strugglin tryin to survive, reach out