Текстове на песни:
Dead Boys Down In Flames

crawl Down in flames Down in flames Red blip, red whine, lock in true Dead boy, dead boy, line on you Dead eyes feeding your dead, dead brain Dead boy

's a company man But he should have bowed down his head When they hauled out all the dead But it's business, boys, start 'em up again Down in Jericho

mind nigga (chorus) (S-Flames) I can feel the girls on my nuts, bout those Rolls and drops Now it's hard to get her off like a Heiniken top I got ten young boys

with a country grammar And you think everybody else sound country So they started callin' 'em Bamas Down south where we buy them hammers Down south where we sell them drugs Down

middle-weights Jumped into a white car without of state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead

?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some shit front your boys and as

apart was hard stand and askin' where is God, dont you try to play missunder Lord and the rest has been said, say rest in peace 'cause my nigga is dead

into a white car with out-of-state plates" And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead" So they

?? As I take another hit on this shit nigga you dead Never ask forgiveness told the Lord to give me grace You talked some shit front your boys and as