Police: vos papiers, controle d'identite Formule devenue classique a laquelle tu dois t'habituer. Seulement dans les quartiers Les condes de l'abus
: Police: vos papiers, controle d'identite Formule devenue classique a laquelle tu dois t'habituer. Seulement dans les quartiers Les condes de l'abus
serious dash Didn't know where we were going. Didn't care Didn't ask Word Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C. Called
task Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask But livin' in the county is a serious task Niga didn't know what happend Didn't have time
Get to the top of the stairs and say a rhyme that's dope Cause I'm a cliffhanger, no, I ain't a stranger Yo, I'm Toddy Tee, and I'm a Compton banger
kill for cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T
drink for my homies cuz they ain?t here One more for my niggaz in the pen, yea I coulda been a ghost but I?m still here Can?t forget where I come from
it [Chorus] This little light of mine, I'm gon let it shine Right under the barrell, I'm sure I wont miss Say a prayer I don't care, I'm here for the
good, and she kinda hood, she got me policing and wishing that a n-gga would, lil mama got her back right, she be skating on it, got a n-gga singing
give me a little bit Whatever you had to do is irrelevant I'm sex intelligent Yeah, yeah I'm sex intelligent Yeah A-T-L-A-N-T-A A-T-L-A-N-T-A
house, like I'm Blahzay-blah When pandemonium strikes at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back, hustlin' crack don't
, run all, all, buck that dog, dog, I'm crazy, superstitious. Don't pull no gun, if you ain't gon' spit. Click-clack-clack be the sound. These police
x3) [Krayzie] Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast? Ain't time ta take
don't know. Flesh-Verse 3 I really help, can't contain us, bring 'em out. Fuck with tha sinners and rap shit, kick names out yo' mouth. I'm crossin
buckshots 'Cause them can't fade me guage Gotta bust them souls in the grave So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved I'm bucking, little
