Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the
eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat
will be the past So! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless
as my home And your skull as a crown to adorn my dome Watch porn with your girl, slip a mickey in her Beck's Put a hickey on her neck, then the titties
call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back from Miami where your record got no heat That's why your
Fordítás: A Clash. Cool A Heat.
be the past So! Be cool under heat Be cool under heat Be cool on the street Be cool under heat When you're rockin' down On a cold hard night Pitiless
shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed
