Mack 10
Mack 10 lyrics
Mack 10 lyrics
"Wanted Dead Lyrics"
Albatross Lyrics
Left behind what a waste of time They're coming to get you, run on How can I respect your crime When all you criminals whine They bought and sold you, run on run on You can call me crazy You can call me wrong Cause I was born a liar, a
Left behind what a waste of time They're coming to get you, run on How can I respect your crime When all you criminals whine They bought and sold you, run on run on You can call me crazy You can call me wrong Cause I was born a liar, a
On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock mind is ill mental
Blastin' at one time through my back window shit
Sick individual murder was my ritual
Mashin' in a hard top four all original
Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey
Like a missile launch led from my pistol
Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco
Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper
Hit the ground, lost my hubcap
Felix The Soldier Lyrics
FELIX THE SOLDIER They took away my brogues and they robbed me of my spade They put me in the army and a soldier of me made But I couldn't beat a drum and I couldn't play a flute So they handed me a musket and they taught me how to shoot. Bu
s and my back bumper FELIX THE SOLDIER They took away my brogues and they robbed me of my spade They put me in the army and a soldier of me made But I couldn't beat a drum and I couldn't play a flute So they handed me a musket and they taught me how to shoot. Bu
A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway
Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way
Hard to survive, lit up a 45
No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead
And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin'
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga
Easier To Walk Away - Elton John, Bernie Taupin (R Lyrics
Every time you turn around You wear another face Every time I look away I find a hiding place If you knew me like you knew him You would know just how I feel Slipping through someone's fingers Falling under someone's wheels
, runnin' from the kill
Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on TV, for real
Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner
Runnin' for my life
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
If it's on like that
It's about who's nuts is fat
And who's straightest with they gat, for real
That's how it be, livin' like a G
It's better them than me facin' strike number three
Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10
And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
As I hit the border and I'm gone
Every time you turn around You wear another face Every time I look away I find a hiding place If you knew me like you knew him You would know just how I feel Slipping through someone's fingers Falling under someone's wheels
, runnin' from the kill
Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on TV, for real
Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner
Runnin' for my life
Pollution Lyrics
Mi pobre patria, aplastada por abusos del poder de gente infame que no conosce el pudor, se creen los duenos todopoderosos y piensan que todo les pertenece Los gobernantes, cuntos perfectos e intiles bufones en esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado pero es
, I continue to hit corners Mi pobre patria, aplastada por abusos del poder de gente infame que no conosce el pudor, se creen los duenos todopoderosos y piensan que todo les pertenece Los gobernantes, cuntos perfectos e intiles bufones en esta tierra que el dolor ha devastado pero es
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
If it's on like that
It's about who's nuts is fat
And who's straightest with they gat, for real
That's how it be, livin' like a G
It's better them than me facin' strike number three
Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10
And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
As I hit the border and I'm gone