[Music: Q / Lyrics: G] Cars are blown apart and people are torn Because of the war with the
Käännös: Rotten Sound. VSA.
pain, adopted by guerrillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit skin and scars from brawls Got a buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a
elite, Cheap Rotten Vicious imitations thinking they'll change their world With dyed hair and predictable gestures. Nouveau wankers. There's a thousand
like a 'C' section I puts it down in my field, I sport a vest No need for a Brooke Shield Kneel E, an African boy with charisma A lyrical giant bigger
's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a track I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flat Trunk going up, like directions that you saw on a
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
, adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
it's a hit, before Chamillionaire even start on a track I pull up in slow motion, like my car on a flat Trunk going up, like directions that you saw on a
defeat of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
Drop for protection. Cuttin' you clean like a "C" section I puts it down in my field. I sport a vest no need for a Brooke Shield kneel E, an African boy
adopted by guerillas Gotta tank for a car, ice for a arm Got tattoos wit' skin and scars from brawls Gotta buildin' for a crib, Manhattan for a backyard
go round But a rabbit with a habit to grab it Has got a new sound A high roller with a cottontail It?s a rotten tale Should he rot in jail? Don?t trip