to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the Ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood
t, take no shit from nobody So don't trip on nobody, get a clip in to body huh This the gut of the ghetto, Catholicism is in prison We been with our religion
cruisers to sail No more projects the foolish can dwell The offiest weed from Preme's on pork and beans And weenie, I'm still ghetto, a Porche gleam
Kalber beim perfekten Promi Dinner Plastikuberzogene Couch nehm? ich ins Big Brother-Haus Wenn erst meine Bruder voten, ist fur euch der Ofen aus Marc Terenzi fohnt sein Pony
me Gotta little money, now your attitudes funny Pockets like sunshine, always sunny Treat me funny, man go figga You can take the nigga out the ghetto But not the ghetto
my click be rowdy Oh, boot up, or shut up, or get routed I'm from the streets and I hang with killers I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
whisperin', but SUCKA I ain't listenin' Heard she pick the Wheezy up 'Cause she back that ass up Got a pocket of hand-cuffs and wrote the pony so tough
area, I'ma have to bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range, go tell me who wanna tangle with the Ghetto witch
to put eleven holes in their chest Thinking they could test a real rider from the West Haa I roll flossin' me and my girlfriend Nina Ross And the ghettos
so short it should be riding on a horse Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside
clock straight cash A hustler making payments The game of live or die is all that I ever played Be hella hard, now I am stacking my mail The boy from the ghetto
bury ya The real scream team on your scream scene It's like showdown on the range Go tell me who wanna tangle with the ghetto witch-doctor neighborhood
meet me in the city You know dogs we always on the gritty gritty Freaky deaky in the pretty puddy-puddy So baby girl, let me ride the pony pony What'
Pebbles The Invisible Girl) Mic check... Come through, dig the sound! Crowd around! I used to cop a lot But never copped no drop Hold mics like pony
ist meine letzte Chance, links eine Schelle dann rechts eine Schelle nochmal eine Schelle Wer macht jetzt noch Welle, Schrei Holle Schrei Holle, Im Ghetto
beim perfekten Promi Dinner Plastikuberzogene Couch nehm' ich ins Big Brother-Haus Wenn erst meine Bruder voten ist fur euch der Offen aus Marc Terenzi font sein Pony
