Intro: Let's work for the family Let's keep the family strong By keepin the tie of love strong in the family All those of you who are rich, use your riches
Bản dịch: The Group Home. Keep Rising.
[Intro:] Let's work for the family Let's keep the family strong By keepin the tie of love strong in the family All those of you who are rich, use your
town to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep
Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down Money never changed me Money changed the people around Now they plot to try to keep
I keep it real, what the deal mami? You wanna feel on my steel salami? Come and try me, I'll sign my name All over your punani Ohh mami, you comin' home
gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise, it was
they gon' smash on me Snoop and Dre give a FUCK about what y'all say From the "World's Most Dangerous Group" - N.W.A Ay, ay [Butch Cassidy] Our rise
to flip my {shit} and keep it comin Then bring it back, with another stack, of raps to blow your back out How many of y'all wanna go for yours I keep
's the army kid Your digits ain't rising fam, it's like you're lactose and tolerant We got fridges for the Taliban load attire man Betta keep ya set
have, though, yo Before I spit at a ho I used to bag up blow Little bastard rockin' Pumas under two tones As we roam from the streets to the group home
Keep my enemies close cause they prone to steal When friends become foes know you're doing it well Just keep it going I'm a red pill taker, who's my real maker? Group homes
... [ Young Lay ] Cuddies perved by the corner, stout, herb Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders Them brothers gettin further Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl in the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home
is boring Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin' Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home
to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. They're going to ride on home. Howard kaylan: And once again take themselves
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl In the stomach, he robbin niggaz who pumpin Lil' blood got popped, by the group home
