Crew That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce, deuce Now if you're doin' for your family and you can't stand it 'Cause you know these mothafuckers
way Bodies packed together in a tight fit He swings his around and i´m grabbing it Going one on one Guys won´t accept your touch But they
Well, dem say dem have love ina dem heart Dem no have none yah mi frien' Else dem woulda accept the truth with all a clear conscience Dem wouldn't bend
Got this rap shit locked Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed Changed, changed, changed The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery I'm locally accepted
up, in the beast, hit me on the Jag (Aiyo son, I need loot in this piece) I got you, already blessed up, caught hard Tommy Hill Guess appeal, accept
is the day that it's done You might not realize when it comes And only overome it by the grace of the son. Just try to stand your ground take it head
; "planet asia, ain't a damn thing changed" [planet asia] [planet asia] The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery I'm locally accepted,
shit locked" "Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed" [Planet Asia] [Planet Asia] The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery I'm locally accepted
no web or weave a net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat Yo, what you know about my writes? What you know about what's weak, what's tight? And what
gain your acceptance we'll do what we must We'll make a stand for whatever's right We'll make a stand equal and tight Shut me out don't you Shut me
net We done swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo Chorus: all together What you know about my writes? (my writes) What you know about what's weak, what's tight
it A minor, judge say I got no case He knows my face; he got a grudge from the old days He won't accept my apology, just don't feel it My brain on
next guide, And he couldn't be clearer. This guy was standing on the street corner and pacing back and forth, Skinny lookin' guy leather jacket tight
locked" "Planet Asia, ain't a damn thing changed" [Planet Asia] [Planet Asia] The methods of melodic torture, mic mastery I'm locally accepted, worldwide
rape you Boy I wanna taste you I said well we leaving and I took her to the top floor of the 4 seasons and got right, that twat tight I know you feel
, humid barn. Finally, desperate to find food and concerned over the whereabouts of their guardian, the twins break free from their cage McClock's house is locked tight
bands Touring the world, but we know where we stand Cause when we play shows together or just hanging out We're still the same fellas, still all tight
to fuckin' flip your lids Still roll on thirteen inch Daytons with the two chron knock off (Uh hun) The bow tie Dayton stand, don't accept no knock offs