As your loved ones they place Heavy stones on your face Your sonnets of life They are filling the case High windows inside me Look down on your face
Vertaling: Pretty Things. Dood.
its on, on site, if I see you I'mma sin ya If I catch you in traffic I'mma gift ya somethin in ya Letcha battle with death for the prize of life I learned
rough But everybody knows you're not that tough Wandered out on the open road Looking for a place to call your own Scared to death of the road ahead Pretty little thing
make sure he don't survive, nigga, I'm snubbin' him out Make you drink a bottle of Chlorox, hit you with four shots They can't determine the 'cause of your death
life 'Cause when the blood begins to flow When it shoots up the dropper's neck When I'm closing in on death You can't help me not you guys All you girls with all your sweet, pretty
fine a pretty In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty' My pockets thick as green, it's curvy And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry If bein' fresh to death
Ha ha, the remix (5 on it) We creepin' in too, baby We got five on that thing, man We got, uh, Dru Down We got the Luniz (Shock G) Yeah, Richie Rich,
put your five up Or ya gots to leave it like beaver 'Cause see a, niggy perkin' broke will smoke your spliff all day Go home and buy big drinky with his pretty
It hurts to breathe and still they do their best They want to live no matter for how long Their thoughts have disappeared 'cause now they're pretty scared
again, damn stomach rumblin, You can even hear the evil spirits comin from within. Someone's in the back of my damn house rummagin, It's a girl, she looks pretty
a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done
m rugged and deadly, so I shit on the petty I baseball bat a bastard, I'm bad news I'm crazy and clever, cut those of crews Death on the phono, my skills
