Текстове на песни:
Call The Cops Ain T Life Grand

God your face is so persuasive Let's just face this cause I can barely even hold on Never thought that id be here for long So baby why don't you Live

back, no matter what the crime Surrendering ain't me Fuck that, I'm holding court in the street G For a nigga like me there ain't no ounce My life filled

Ain't nobody smilin', ain't nothin' funny Raise the risk, raise the profit And can't nobody stop it Unless your game's weak So baby don't sleep The

connection was the prime suspect But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet 'Cuz I got a daughter to feed And dollar 200 ain't enough to

Call 'em Sex Pistols, ravishing, nigga, I'm Rick Rude And ain't many mothafuckas could fit up in Rick's shoes Man, listen, ice glisten, they love the life

your derriere, c'mon Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair What a brother, too black, me living here We don't stare, I don't care, I'm know

't wait till rain turn to sunshine 'Cause I hate to spend My life my life my life my life Duckin' the cops (I can't go on this way, ohh) I fell you big

your filth club, filled with clean rhyme Gleam like sheam shine, take you ass home to better dream mine Be out of town from sundown, this block ain't

lose, like I'm a boxcar Hobo When I get Ludacris with bridges on the promo Niggaz wanna clown, I'm homey and Bozo 'Cause in the grand prize game my life callin