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Превод: Нова Kids On The Блок. Кликнете Кликнете Кликнете.
remember eatin' Kool-Aid and sunflower seeds (do it a) Jelly shoes, hair braided wit 1000 beads (let's do it again) Mama sittin' on the porch 'till the lights come on
assortin this, probably recording this Of course kids keepin they sights upon this Exclusiveness, like some new type of kicks We got them things fixed, passed the wrong man in my click
a flick for four mill' What the hardcore heads on the block would call ill? Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new
of the kids I might as well split your wig 'Cause that's just what the master did But now I'm the new Nat Turner Spreadin' something to the kids Like
on this track SPM is the producer With the laws standing on the roof Drop the flows in the booth And drop the top on the coupe Ain't no stoppin' the dude
'm on a toilet takin' a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit' the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit, I represent intellectual violence And leave your click
that bitch is Stickin' up the block is for the hoe no another pro hoe She pick pockets when she rocks it It ain't no loot out on that hoe stroll on block
for dead pussy on my dick i got the skits meanin i dont give a fuck about yo biatch that nigga thats from the block killin up that cock so nigga
In my backyard Analyze the stars On how to defeat all odds In a new zone I'm on a new phone Make most of the wackest rapper niggas Wanna find a new home
one stop shop Heroin, weed, and rocks I feed the block And ride the strip in a tinted drop And I even met the niggas who invented rocks I got the block
bill y'all) Check this shit, yo! I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old
don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches