I need it, you see It's a good thing Talking about a good thing, yeah It's a good thing Nothing but a good thing, yeah It's a good thing you called
Vertaling: LA Guns. N goeie ding is.
L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night Straight sellin' with my Texas G Stayin' sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday
't ask me shit I take blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch If the good die young, all that mean
chain my man you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught a fates Third you caught me with your date that was no mistake Good things
bully down Keep thinkin' that you hard take a look around I got soldiers stationed up to bring pain And when it go down my hoes do the same thing We
Benz parked next to the curb You ain't a gangster, L7 Quick to bail out, like a nigga in jail stressin A lesson to be learnt, bout what a gangster is
Ere saturday I'm out drinkin boooze ? ere sunday im at work in miami On the yacht with a bottle of CIROC! new york 2 L.A, give a fuck what a hater say
Extremely hard to be the king of a city it's dis A nigga that could twist like this A nigga that could rip any shit that he get Never balk and come with a
a thing They don't mean a thing They don't mean a thing, a thing An' I don't care 'bout all the diamond rings They don't mean a thing, all these fancy
it for for a while Hate dude, slime been hatin' for a while Shit, Coups, Sedans, trucks, and drops for a while But meanwhile, I been good for a while
they tried to make me stay, they showed me two hooters a piece I stayed for a second but you know I gotta skate It's like a race, cops chase me, I'm
m not comin' home with no fifty six Die with the heart of Scarface and take fifty licks Before I let these crackers throw me in shit Bounce if you a good
kill a nigga, you ain't got to feel a nigga I love my niggas, why wouldn't I? Die for my motherfuckers, how couldn't I? Want a lot of things but it
a couple of guys With their eyes on a couple of pies 'Cause I will survive, brains, is the key to the game If you ain't got none, what good is a shotgun
I smoke blunts to the head, so don't pass me shit I'd rather die from a bullet, than a nasty bitch They say the good die young, all that mean to me
bust a cap for the brothers in Nap Nap, Comstock and Clinton You know my shit is hitting Yeah, ya'll a fly nigga, Biggie Smalls Kickin' flavor, make a
God I even got caught tryin to steal from the junkyard A born terror, a rebel without a pause I never had a good Christmas, so who is Santa Claus? I
