Down in the city Give you what you need Down in the city Make your poor heart bleed Down in the city Give you what you need Down in the city It's good
Превод: LA Guns. Долу в града.
style, the gangsta talk, I got a Teflon .9 And it eats vest, I take a motherfucker out quick Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a mitt L.A
m from C-I, L-I, F-L-Y Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get
I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother Love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer From growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch
a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City" like Wesley Snipes Drive a SS M.C. with racing stripes Runnin' two P's of L.G., flip it twice Hang
' at you like a tackle To leave a personal scar in your chest like a tattoo Seis'll clap you, put your dick in the dirt Click at a herb when I spit a
tempered, please limit ya words I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge It's kind of hard to understand me 'cause I speak with a slur But my guns speak a
it I gets blunted 168 hours a week P tried to creep an got burnt from head to feet But never sleep on the vocabulary skillz Of a nigga that?s out to
Tired of not being a millionaire But if I had a million dollars I'd buy a d*** brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics If I had a magic wand, I
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a
A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the brave Home of the brave G A G A Home of the brave We rep that A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home
A A T L A N T A state of G A G A G A home of the brave home of the brave G A G A home of the brave [Verse 2: Killer Mike] I got a Tahoe, and a Tahoe she
softer than thugs Have a chump coughin blood fill his coffin with slugs Yo You know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a tech in Mase
your motherfuckin' brain warm A strange form, somethin' kind of lyrical biggie the bastard Sadat's kind of spiritual eell, in God we trust", guns I bust
L.A. L.A. big city of dreams but everything in L.A. aint always what it seems you might get fooled if you come from outta town 'cause we comin from Queens
till I die nigga shine Check it, aiyyo all I need in this world of sin Is a crooked lawyer, big rims, and a Mac 10 Ridin' through the city like I'm used
the state Guns, money and weight, who you fuckin' wit dawg? I'm a ruff ryder, weed smokin' Gun totin' heroin supplier I'm a ruff ryder on a low dawg
