Laulunsanoja:
Tank Lady On My Block

There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little lady on my block There's a little

kids and strung out on drugs She don't have nobody she can call Chorus: There's a little lady on my block (x5) There's a little lady on my block She

hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby

seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash Sheep skin on

look like stars Jewelry drip, fresh white airs, mommy shake it up keep your ass right there (ohh, can you believe it?) My man got liquor and my cup

but supreme in my gas tank Tippin' on the fast lane, chuggin' on some top flight Grindin', shinnin', blindin' like a spot light Swangin' on them cops

in trees, to escape the mic that I breathe on Bleed on, exceed on! Weak rappers with titles after twelve Hit a bell that's what I'll feed on! Microphone

on some bomb from my comrade Blue And got my little bitch catch a contact too House shoes with the blue khaki suit and my locs on Swoopin to some Soopafly, gettin my

smash, crash, tell me Food stamp this game dig us? Yeah an' tryin' to be sneaky Askin' everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my