Translation: Doa. Bombs Away.
hey, get out of my way just got back from the u.s.a. take a look at the t.v. screen see the visions of the western dream. a war fought with compassion a
a rappin rampage In control of the stage [ ROUND 2: Donald D ] There's a mouse in my house, so I bought a cat The cat ran away, cause now there's a
pour vous mangez The party people scream, "Oui, oui c'est vrai" 'Cause I got remote for my big day Hey, I'm A D R O C K I use a microphone like Picasso
Bone hooked me with that bomb bud Now roll me up a huddah, I'm about to hit the bud 'cause, you know a friend with weed is a friend indeed But a friend without a
Lies, these are the things that keep niggaz I was hypnotized, I'd like to break it down down Cold turn the party out I'd like to, I'd like to break it
like Baby D Got my real partner Old Skool Freddy B In the house, him and Father Dom Jumped in the plane with a pocket full of bomb Not the explosive
'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it comes to off mic'n wit me I was branded in a gang, fuck havin' techniques Just ride, not a damn
just a groupie (She just a groupie) She was just a groupie She was just a groupie (All she wanted was Snoopy) She was just a groupie (Just a groupie)
givin it back up Shit, I gives a fuck, nigga, this is straight H-double o-d-s-t-a all mutthafuckin dizzay Hit the curve on the bend Jack the ass up, hung a
limp on a limb, slim trim, D I am There I am, don't run from a friend Sight we be right, be polite for the mice Like a like, see sick, see syke And slip
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
fish scale, rained on competition like a shower Got the coke cooked up, a crackhead Kevin In eighty-eight, when Kane ruled, with Half Steppin' A thirty-eight, a
your ordinary, we watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad, do a quarter, flip the script and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. 'cause
's a bomb in your speakers Get your - out RIGHT NOW! (Shaquille O'Neal) You could be the one that inflict they defeated they run Believe me many seen it done from O
got a big fat No need to be I'll come all out my face But the name is Fat Joe and in love I got good taste Big butts come a dime a dozen in New York
Conquer Lyrics *Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored
*Laughing* S-O-O-P-A (Violent J) I come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed
