you were speaking in tongues conversations was it your god speaking? were you coming undone? was it nature that showed you that desire colours all you
Översättning: Start. Dirty Lion.
the mud from the parasite Listenin' until our hearts start to glisten, realize Share the vision and my rhythms and we'll melt the ice Start sizzling
Smoke somethin', bitch UGK, hold up, talkin' bout, uhh Pimp C P.A. Trill nigga Polo fuck that Hilfiger Made myself a ghetto star On the slab, sippin'
all of a sudden He licked off, about a dozen Slugs from the cannon, that ripped through my cousin Nobody was standin when the nigga started bustin Blood started
real nigger every day, start and to the finish you should hear this right when i'm starting up the engine sounding like a motherfucker lion barking all
we ride Homicide comes first putting work doing dirt ??? Was the heard representing my turf from birth never burst So what you think that I bust never giving a fuck start
to the lions Quote, unquote with the eighth, I'm a gorilla but lighter Wit' the eye of a tiger the heart of a fighter, yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em, I
mitt Cause I'm high like a pitch yeah I'm high like a pitch like Mariah and shit I guess I'm higher than a bitch keep it dirty like I'm lion in the ditch
fuck up out my toilet Started with my girlfriend, ended with her homies Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started out hustlin', ended up ballin' Started
son I'm Antwan Andr Patton, the only one Bloodline of a champion with heart of the lion I'm defyin all the laws like a caterpillar flyin Way before my time and reside in the Dirty Dirty
gives her a fright He's a crazy lion howling for a fight Strap hanging gunshot sound Doors slamming on the overground Starlings are tough but the lions
And the ghettos been good to me But you've got to take precautions Brothers get what they least expect it or neglect it You'll never catch the dirty in
in the night I'm thinking about the lions, thinking about the loins What happened to the lions, to the lions, to the lions, to the lions Thinking about
Over the mountains and under the sky Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I Mating with chance, copulating with mirth The sad glad paymasters, for what
horizons, enterprising amongst the livest Cool inside in the lion's den Sharpness around the island, starving for fresh meat Put away the bloody red beaf that started
