Bản dịch: Gold Mind Squad. Close My Eyes.
Bản dịch: Gold Mind Squad. Bitter Farewell.
Bản dịch: Gold Mind Squad. Tired Of.
drunk off two fifths Who make hits? Who we wit? Westcoast parties don't stop Who drop head-boppers? The head doctor, bed-rocker Police pursue me in squad
they collar Cats that do, get shot drop and holla I'm from the B R I C K S And my squad is hot, any beef they bless Any squad that test gon' meet they
down, they see this shit get hard I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind In your ass get
play with my dawg Been had six figures and that ain't no lie I was fly class of 2000 at Trezvant High I had gold like whoa! I just wanted to be A fucking
s not about math It's about, who's the ho Tryna prove to me you hard, squeeze your tool, lose a toe You artists get the real footage of the squad you
you cuffin' em more, I'm stuffin' the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog? You and your skills ? on my squad I put you on a
you cuffin? em more, I?m stuffin? the jaw Illegal for you to reworking Kevin Love on the board, dog? You and your skills ? on my squad I put you on a
nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru My mind!! "your nine spray, my mind spray" -> jeru The mind! My mind!! The mind.. My mind!!!
was y'all thinkin'? Blow out your tweeters, have dinner with world leaders Terror Squad so much they be cats with dark caesars Fast cars and millimeters, gold
3 years Hell with vacation Vocation of vocalization Especially with the impact of it takes a nation Of millions to hold us back You bet theres blood on them bomb squad
let the Henny talk for you, you really a bitch Why the D's know your name 'cuz you really a snitch I got my mind right, money right, ready for war '
Whoop whoop(8x) [redman] Funky dilemmas, destroy mc's by process of elimanation Ghetto linger breaks your inner, mind body Got me sold like hurachis,
and my pussy was comin' around the corner on these shoes I mean wheels, yeah in this 76 Cutlass Oldsmobile Turnin' 360's like he was an Alaskan mobile Sittin' on gold
Yeah, Rich Boy, man, I'm pimpin' like that I keep flickin' these dollars, girl and you know I just got somethin' on my mind Hold on Polow, man, stop