Lyrics:
Coup De Court

Soldier is turning See him through white light Running from strangers See you in the valley War upon war Heat upon heat To cut a long story short I lost

When the power goes out In the grocery store You just take, take, take Just take, take, take When the power goes out In the grocery store You just take

nigga reasons Know the home fried, lotta egos Hoodrat bitch that be digging a nigga steelo Hood got kilos, making them niggas evil Never bring guns to the court

I like to stunt. (true!) I go for it on fourth down you the type to punt. (fuck that!) I go for the homerun. - You the type to bunt No support stay in court

your love, I don't need your love 'Cause the game don't change I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court

need your love Cause, the, game, don't, change [Verse 2 - The Game] I heard they got Bloods in New York now Red rags in Uptown Harlem now, I need that love Front court

it back on the first night Catch me in a Porsche Or maybe on the porch And we don't get jailed because we don't go to court Yeah, nigga stunting Your

somethin' that a man would do That's not something I had plans to do, I had plans to move Take you with me, give you the coupe (Yeah) Give you the shoes

de tes yeux, Je ne vois rien de mieux, Meme le bleu des cieux. Si un jour tu devais t'en aller Et me quitter, Mon destin changerait tout-a-coup Du tout