all before Teach an old dog the same old trick Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow
Översättning: Kings X. Kudde.
I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like
telling every girl she the one for me And I ain't even planning to call I want this shit forever, mayne Okay, hello, it's da Martian, space jam Jordan's
the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I
window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around jacob's
somethin to say? Spill it out It's that priest shit I've waited for this Month august, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of masada's legacy
's middle of December Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet Make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet It's the motherfuckin' crack king
Your Face In The Pillow, The Pillow, Pillow. Make All The Noise You Wanna Make In The Pillowww, The Pillow. You Aint Gotta Scream, You Can Talk To The Pillow, The Pillow
Chorus 2X She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair( pull ya hair) 3X Verse 1: Shortie
the crowd I'm seeing mothaf**ka's bread I hear their b***hes sayin' ask MC Ren Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's Because I started cussin' all
G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to the M X to the Y and finally the Z Fin to go um, just ride in the wind
his jewels Chorus 2x [la the darkman and masta killa] Young thugs don't live long Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn I be king, listen to
on the wall, that still flies all dies Give no extension on the lynchin' It's tension if the name of the Clan is mentioned It's the aura that's felt,
brain, put a string where his ears were, all the king's horses and all the king's men, swing the whole mess at the end of the wire, scratch out his eyes
when my thoughts seem dark pistol on my side you don?t wanna hear that thing talk let the king talk check the price and pay attention lil wayne that?s
butt loungin in my bottom bucks yeah. With my pillow from home im catching and rollin Z's. Countin sheep while im sleeping in my satin sheets. Its a long way from X
now it's ashes an dirt, Sometimes, I feel like I'm trapped between heaven an hell, In the ghetto's ? ? ? tory, wit fiends an crack cells. (chorus x2) (
