Testi musica canzoni

It goes one for the mind and two for the moneyWho dat wit skull tattooes and his nose runnyIt's me, that funky MC, the Rrr-ah EIndubitably, I'm Jersey down to MitentryOfficer, you're hawkin the, ninety-three LandcruiseWhen it's real criminals, you should be watchin forGet off my dick for what you don't gotPlus you probably never licked a shot on your blockWalkin to my car witcha nine out the holsterPut your hands on the steering wheel like ya sposed taI cooperate don't give the redneck no hassleBecause too many mistakes be happening to black folk <<chorus>>I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?Can't a young man make money anymore?Hah hah, leave ya butt naked...I said what the fuck are you lookin 4?Can't a young man make money anymore?Aiyyo stash that weed up while me and the cop is riffinDamn I knew I shoulda got that stash box built-inBut it's alright cause me and my niggaz roll tightWe all think alike, we jump out whoever packin pipeDon't they know who's the freak from the East?I get faded like Chong and Cheech without bleachAnd started spittin game 'fore these cops start to reachon these creeps, showin mentality from the streetsEven though we had a half a pound by the seatsMy peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heatSince one cop was white the otha was a brothaI pulled out my tape and front page of the coverof The Source, told him me and Janet's on tourBroke it down to who's my boss and who I rap forPlus them niggaz, EPMDPut me D, now I'm runnin with the Green Eyed BA-N-D-I-T, and Def Squad campHere's your Def Jam tickets and your autographNow haul ass, I got a meetin bout sevenBasically I'm saying bye bye like Guy<<chorus>>My license, been suspended, for about five yearsThe system got my ass in the jamCan't even ride to see my fam in Alabam'I get petrified everytime I see the man throw the lights on (woop woop)The mic's on so I stress itShit I'm haulin ass before I start undressinNiggaz on they knees with they hands on the top of theheads while the Feds crack jokes with the glock in yaDon't get me wrong I know a lot of cool copsThat'd let me go if I had two glocks and oowopsBut, I don't, so, I keeps it, realThe five hundred series with deep dish peelsQuick, my bitch, stash, two clips, between two her titsbefore the cops fuck with the Rrr-ahI'm a nigga of today a nigga of tomorrow, beyotch!<<chorus>>To my people in Kentucky rock rock on word is bondNewark New Jersey rock rock on word is bondAtlanta Georgia rock rock on word is bondConnecticut rock rock on word is bondTo my people up in Queens rock rock on word is bondBri-donx in the house rock rock on word is bondVirginia's in this bitch rock rock on word is bondSan Francisco rock rock on word is bondYeah, bitch ass niggaz rock this!more