can take a punch,keep it gutta, cuz I know you cant take one, weak niggas fall and the real niggas stay up. Yeah thats the sound when the pack is around
Käännös: Pack. Jylistä.
do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I
my hip and I gots to pack one Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me ?Nigga, never leave the house without packin' a gun? And that's real, leave it
that, the blunt roll that And when you give me head, please don't hold back Where your eyes at, lickin' the Kodak And when I'm finished, then you comin' it's yo pack
(Let's get ready to rumble) In this corner we have the funk body snatcher P Funkadelic and I gotcha hard enough That I can chew a whole bag of rocks Chew
Keith Murray, is down wit' us My nigga Erick Sermon, is down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack
leave a nigga comatose I'm putting niggas to rest from the East or the West Coast A crazy motherfucker if you've never seen one Always pack the heat
have to wake up here Bad dreams, you don't want to have to wake up here They say that most people can only dream in black and white That's why he packs
it From sundown to sunup, clown done run up The aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack heat Requirements
to sunup -- clown done run up The Aftermath'll be two in your gut, nigga what? Chorus: Knoc-Turn'al, Kokane We roll deep, smoke on weed drink and pack
to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope, this is violence (Violence, violence) This is violence (Violence) Violence Let's get ready to rumble
coke proper Right amount of flour siffin' it up Coke spots runnin' by the hour, shiftin' it up Graveyard shifts, move packs in bundles Braveheart kids, use gats, don't rumble
touch with all them bustas in my rear view but see they game, so lame, I can hear through I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice) Six pack
a real man I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of Gunpowder and lead Well, it's half past ten, another six pack in I can feel the rumble like
Mr. Sawed off leathaface[leathaface,leathaface] x2 Krayzie Bone a?? Verse 1) It's the nigga that pack that witcha's jump an gets tha pump Yeah nigga
're my first, you're my last, you are burning like a fire Nananananananana, nananananana Nananananananana, let's sing together Say go, say when, say now, say hit-it, Ready to rumble
