Teksty:
Rock City Go Round

full clip for a lil drama You know I ain't a hoe Snap yo bitch Lil mama you know you wanna go (Shawnna) I'm from the city where nothing pretty

ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150 thou Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4 I be right back, I'm finna go get dressed Tell

New York City You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G-Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot, we on fire Shorty take it off, if it get too

the air, the girls are gonna shake their bodies so all u fellas gather round pump your systems way up 4 the funky sound here we go - here we go - here we go

the streets for you to know to know We gettin' our shit together Better get your shit together 'cause when you go you go you go As we ride By the end

platinum real How do you feel to the thugs appeal? Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal Should'a kept it real and quit fronting, nigga Go round-for-round

-Les (Oh yeah) And this time it's all or nothing (Set it real, oh yeah) Listen I'ma take you 10 rounds like a boxer baby Show you how I put down with rocks

lived 'round here Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go straight to hell, boys Go

You never ever, ever seen a nigga good trick You want a problem? Start it up, start it up Start it up, wait a minute Big blue, cotton city shoe, cotton