Dark Street Side(1991) - (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Dark Street Side(1991)
• (Instrumental)

1. Twenty-four hours in the back looks righteous
In a narrow dress, I think I could just
Push it a little Biggie 101 as tote gun
And good luck with Jamaican rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man got a big Glock in his waist and
we smoked, drank and ordered a prostitute thinking
If money smell bad than this stinky Niger husky
This is my charm? I got prostitutes eating out of my hand
She grabbed my hand and said, "Let's leave the tranquility"
I keep skins again
Rolled another blunt, Heineken bought
Niggas start to lock out the child drowned
The blow was thrown and fucking fight broke from

2.Prosto waking up in the morning, you need to thank God
I do not know but today seems a bit strange
No barking from the dog, no smog
And my mom cooked breakfast without burs
I got my grub, but not a pig
Finally got a call from a girl wanna dig
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do '
Thinking I will live another twenty-FD '
I have to go because I got me a modicum top
And if I click, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop at a red light
Looking in my mirror is not visible jacker
And everything is in order ...
Got the bullet yeah nigga,I'll be a dangerous boy and rapper,from you who can't make....
Fuck you can't do?

At bitch bullet to bullet in the forehead bitch-2 times

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