come let's away and we shall never part never part close your eyes close your eyes and fade away wishing well cast a spell and let's away
Oversettelse: LA Guns. Fade Away.
Los Angeles They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the le?o harder
jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt
occasion Yeah enemies muthafucka Take in all of my steel, bleed Hot metal get thrown away On the streets of l.a. as I run away In this chapter, we're
no love It's a Low Pro camp, soldado with ammunition That never get no competition now we on a mission Stick a motherfucker with fileros Southern California
't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct
my name/ Now close your eyes and listen to Sleepy rhyme/ You got five, I got 5/ Let's go get a dime Relay A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point
my name/ now close your eyes and listen to sleepy rhyme/ you got Five, I got 5/ let's go get a dime Relay A-t-l, I got to do somethin' to get my point
to let the barrel claim Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit', with these things I'm 'quipped with bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a
, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things i'm 'quipped with Bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic Clippin nothin but
Real] They call me papi chulo You know I'm puro I never fade away You see me comin' get your ass runnin I know you hate away Hit the leno harder than
t define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine Cut you like a blunt and reconstruct your
like a dinner plate I been gettin' cake you been a bitch and I been a ape The only time you niggas ride out is on the interstate Yea you been a fake nigga
national borders with a bomb threat You mothafuckaz haven't even left ya block yet You'se a bitch, you'se a hoe, here's a prom dress You wanna try to
close your eyes and listen to Sleekly rhyme You got five, I got five, let's go get a dime Uh, uh [Verse 2: Relay] A-T-L! I got to do something to get
is a tease Tellin G's that you catchin felonies sellin ki's With your celly in your Pelle Pelle sleeve I don't believe you run guns in Tel Aviv Man PLEASE
I grab my gun And start blazin', this shit got a nigga agein' I'ma die a gangsta nigga, ain't no changin' A G faithfully, mama pray for me Yo nigga, go
