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Traduction: Zodiac. Histoires --- Brother Louie.
styles because it seems real music died We got pride in the city Detroit Kid Rock and Bradley baby, umph now it's the real joint And when it hits like a fist from Joe Louis
one time that's my word [*music fades in*] "What you gonna do when you grow up, and have to face responsibility" [Raekwon] That's comin from Louis Rich
rock the house in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby
dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most unlucky, lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis
' Diarrhea I'm shit, every burst disgusting And now I ain't flushin', I look at my coy This ain't just his story, it's his story. They throw the money
Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother - my
down and dig me, Jack, there's Big Moe, little biddy Moe, four eyed Moe, No Moe, Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother, eat Moe! ALL: Who
: Heas a Family Guy! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis
Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My
tryin to dodge a cover story Look like he stoppin for gas, I'ma pluck 'em, yay This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day Two brothers come out 7/11 in
em on you gon die in ?em *gunshot* Pop in that, in that and that hood Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods I give props to St Louis, props
an underground hit Movin thangs... a local brother made good I made a name off of making tapes for homies in the hood And now, let me tell a little story
