Give me really, witness me I am outside, give me peace Heaven holds a sense of wonder And I wanted to believe that I'd get caught up When the rage in
Traducere: Dj Sammy. Pe şi de pe (Heaven Mix pian, B-side Din Do Unplugged).
drop a jam [Ice-T] Nigga duck, DJ drop the cut, huh 250 niggas throw they sets up L.A. style, nigga what? (West Side!!) If you've never seen it before
on the set And the one and only DJ Evil-E, we in here Yo, we outta here like last year Rhyme Syndicate We gotta do it like the alphabet and a-b-c ya
out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ
Prada A nigga like jungle to always come through Shine in yo hood whenever the fuck you want to 'Cause I'ma B R A V E H E A R T from Q B Put 'em up
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
your life if you get one Rappers are like jobs to me (why?) because they get done Here it comes I'm as Able as Cain to get raw That's why the DJ's
bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right or worng tear it up [Chorus 2] Say that red hat them red b`s white b`s 23`s out the
your life if you get one Rappers are like jobs to me (why? ) because they get done Here it comes I'm as able as cain to get raw That's why the dj's mix
the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax on" How many
me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' It me and all my girls and they got us at the door That queen kickin in do this nigga really know We push 'em to da side
and their nudity You can bring yo' best words, I bet, I still out rep you brutally Low down, dirty and beautiful, who wanna test my verbal side? Boy
a match Strike two, leave 'em standing still in their tracks Strike three, you can call us 2-1-3 It's the L and the B that makes me act like a G My
school I like Oh babe, remember that was the jam DJ is scratchin' I'm cabbage patchin', don't stop just get it, get it Front, back, side to side when
play 'em for your momma But don't make the mistake of tryin' to play me Unless you a DJ, don't get it twisted I'm still from B.K. Wanna front? Better
. Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang. Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2 (Bun B) Its Bun B the
