Тексты песен «Delinquent Habits»

[Verse 1] I'm predisposed for abuse I can take it so bring the pain steady The thunder clouds they gonna open and let it rain heavy I'm bringin' storms full of hail stones cyclones turning I'm shootin' lightning my...

Verse 1: Now here's a little city that's about 3 miles Outside of everybody's outskirts and principal This here's a place where all our minds get spent Self-destruction meet a quota take a trip get bent Take a...

(feat. Michelle) [Ives] I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards Eveything move all around the street...

feat. Michelle [Ives] I wanna be remembered as a boulevard star Life of ink in flesh and mind scars Everyday I walk shadowed by cell bars Hustle is hand to mouth and chance cards Eveything move all around the...

I've often wondered how long it's gonna take me In this world until the good Lord shake me And to the man I put up with mad sorrow But I learned soon the sun still shines tomorrow Sometimes bad thoughts, they...

Here comes the horns... (Verse 1) Step back when I bring the swing Like the american pastime That alow deliver to stack up black night Makin' all funky like a futa Hang four to you make more funky like a from...

[Kemo] Looks complicated, huh, but when the sound comes Significant percussion feel rush crush the round drum And keep in tempo with the cries of the Ancient San Su Warrior takin out the plaintiff This ill crush...

[Verse 1] Once again it's me one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose now it's time to make G's Oooh, Aaah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy lordy let me do some roll callin' Kemo, O.G., Victor, Gigi,...

Once again it's me, one of the three delinquents Seems let loose from the noose, now it's time to make G's Oooh, aah, I hear a fat beat ballin' Lordy, Lordy, let me do some roll callin' Kemo, O G, Victor, Gigi,...

Yeah I fetch my brazos hardcore down from the click-hi Who's that - emanatin' funk through the speaker Bass gets to pumpin' rucka's get to pumpin' Who's that rap king got the party start jumpin' Blasting too high...

1st verse: in this little session of the promised land where i lounge wit my homeys and i'm freakin' my friend i gots the 6 shoota' down by my side sittin' in the ride pop it in drive i'm rolling through the east...

(feat. Sick Jacken) [Kemo] I once heard a man say "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound Midnite gloom right...

f/ Sick Jacken [Kemo] I once heard a man say "Now hey what be your fate?" Wanna laugh with the sinners or cry with the saints Simple and plain refrain or sustain in vain battle wound Midnite gloom right under...

Check it out now Hey, hey, troop style's hard to find I sit where we sit, it's time to go for mine See I remain in place wit shit so funky You could bite for days, my shit remains crunchy Good wit my own style, droppin...

Check it out now Hey hey troop style's hard to find I sit where we sit it's time to go for mine See I remain in place wit shit so funky You could bite for days my shit remains crunchy Good wit my own style...

ooh.... ooooh.. tengo ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar ya se bien que perdia perdida y se bien que olvidaste mi amor pero tuve ganas de verte muy cerca y te vine a buscar... te vine a buscar que...

[Ives] Es la vida, quatro vente pistos pointed Botella empty first ten rows annointed The fiesta's poppin and all fingers pointed Irie eyed vatos got the whole crowd jointed Check in with Ives catch me squintin know why...

f/ Sen Dog [Verse 1] I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca Your lady say she love you but you locked inside I heard you slipped they caught...

F/ Sen Dog [Verse 1] I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca Your lady say she love you but you locked inside I heard you slipped they caught...

Chorus 2X This one goes out to big Duke and sick Jack Sporty and them Street Platoon vatos sick syde's back With the type of stuff they bumpin six-duce's and Cadillac's The type of stuff that even if you ain't...