Letras:
Frames The Feeling The Pull

up in you hoes With "No Vaseline" You could be the big fish Bring your drama Fuck your mama I'll bring the pack of piranhas You tried to pull a ditty,

run the train (Uh, uh) It ain't the same, afta I knock it out the frame (Uh-uh) You wonder why just now ya start gettin' brain I knock 'em out, pull

alright [Z-Ro] Too many problems in my life I find myself unable to maintain The nigga that was takin over my brain Redesignin my main frame Developin so much hatred I feel

is the Texas take over The G4 plane, or the Rover Snatching this money, like a soldier's supposed to Riding with the pistol, syrup and the doja Texas is holding, woodgrain controlling Feeling

lungs Hit ya wit a blow your physical frame could never sustain You'll probably never walk ever again Nigga, you think you rhyme sick? I leave you lyin stiff Pull

handstand On a handstand On my American bandstands Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole And feel

I ever wanted was to flip the script You pull a gat on me, and I'mma break both your arms, bitch Eastside represented by the killas Drug dealers, (put ya hands up if ya feel

lens, frame wood Your bitch a 10, the brains good (I love this song) I knew you would Real recognize real, dawg, that's just how I feel I got nothin?

1994. Black Market Records, 2001 Records, and Doomsday Productions combine forces to create your favorite click.Make way for the hounds of the underground. Feel