Vertimas: Pagrindinio srauto. Gun Dūmų.
[Main Flow] Yo, trippin on smoke, get caught slippin we won't Shoot a hole through your ship or your boat for stickin my quote Gattin 'em dead head on
joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches Dayton a Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was pat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gun
niggas to hold your sons this the rap Moses, scratch that, Mary and Joseph?s son high as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun never say I?m better than
' your car, bombin' your car Grenades through your window, this is all our war Take the main road here where we go, every time we roll Family transportin', guns stashed in truck flow
why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in trainin' bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow
Came with a bit of game, met that bitch Sickness Everybody peep, the evil symptoms So you'll know when sexual activity happens And tears start to flow
ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lah, smoke the boom Feel
on us, we'll be splittin' your wig Now my freedom is to me my main asset So I'ma keep it 100 and give like I get Chill at the Ponderosa and smoke that
within the halls of they calio, pistol kate warm Today storm between the dark earth, inside the gun flame Presence so close to touching us all before the sun came Supported smoke
too smooth, pay my dues and can't lose I'm Top Gun pullin' bitches like Tom Cruise And my main man, D Wade, still gets paid And in the off-season we
These young cats'll get thumbtacked and sent where Big Pun at Smoke so much, the doc asked where my lung at I took it out to stash my gun, son run that
the dinner was candle lit Ain't no steaks for these frontin' fakes [Grand Puba:] Ay third verse final chapter Mad three smoke I'm after But there's still one main
be on crack and fat my niggas know my styles phat like hoes in da L Darodo my mine toatin fuck em duck em any thing but da main gun i dont trust em
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like them training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared for the project flow,
ride with my swoon Well groomed, dance hall packed, full room Lady move, peep my glide, peep my zoom Keep in stride, smoke the lai smoke the boom Feel
don't stop so get get Spit it fa critics ma digits opposite of midgets Whos ya main man ta flow I never went hollywood I changed ma flow In took ya places
