could not faze me I only wanna let you know Bitch is back Right on track Bitch is back I like it like that, yes I do Bitch There ain't no justice,
Fordítás: LA Guns. Bitch Is Back.
in a bit of a jam Seems like Bristal got his back up against the wall Well, let's see how Rob B.O. handles this one Bad boys watch ya backs, watch ya backs
rich West Side's up - L.A., nigga bounce all day Look in my eyes, what you see ain't no bitch or pimp Nightmares of bein' broke keep me flowin' like
nigga is real (Dirty South) Gangsta Rap got mass appeal Little white boys in the 'burbs got heat A ghetto is a ghetto, and a street is strict ! Eliminate
guns they'll never find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A
the niggas in the back of the club with the Moet Bitches, shrimps, mackin' like pimps Wearin' fly shit you never seen before I turn a angel to a whore
This is the Fugees, outsiders up in here Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty-five by my side No the nigger dies Zen, zen, zen, zen
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
break ya down nowhere, and put in the back and I murder a nigga, stead put in the, shoot it! if it aint black owned then we loot it, Burn this bitch down
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
can be is L M O O X P, motherfucker You keep thinkin' when I flow Pa, it's a wrap Put when your ass, get beat wit a crowbar, it's a wrap For real, we
up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin' a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now J A D A
no nigga, ain't no bitch, ain't nobody I won't spray You niggas is ass, my niggas is Made, y'all mens is two throat, my niggas is too big Who want it
the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die young, all that mean to me Is that the hood die young
M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I The hump back girls with thighs Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein' thick Or maybe skinny like a stick
laugh Talkin' trash 'bout whoop my ass I never let a nigga do that who that get his brains blew back With a new gat yellin' chew that hollow tips is goin
gawk But still thugged out, candy coated and thugged out Real stud guy, blink, now the guns out I'm a show you what that A-T-S-T-L is about, dirty (
