my circle niggaz straight out the hood Don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we good We good , don't worry 'bout us, nigga, we good Kardinal and Pete Rock crank
Preklad: Rock, Pete. Máme dobré.
hood Don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good [Chorus] We good (we good) don't worry 'bout us, nigga we good Kardinal and Pete Rock crank up in the hood When
I'm about whatever man, fuck what they be talking about They opinion doesn't count, we the only thing that matters, oh So we do it how we do it All
knowin' we're really just protectin' ourselves We're entertainers of course this shit's affectin' our sales You ignoramus but music is reflection of self We
't control myself But you gotta stay strong thats what I told myself We did ah, I did his album and he did mine We did a funk flex joint, Pete Rock joint
the building Niggaz wanna beef, what up, what up, what up We packed to the ceiling we constantly chilling We can 'cause we could, we shoot, we slice, we
I'm saying, so what we're gonna do Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man DJ Pete Rock, prducer extrodinaire, yo Pete Rock Make it clear I
right let's keep good company You're welcome any night to come on my stage Because divided we fall, together we get paid T-Roy it flow, Pete Rock let
like I love woman 'Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of Thug in him We might fight with each other, but I promise you this We'll burn this bitch
up best friends until we die mash Cash right thinking oh forever we high Stepped out the house too cold, G'd up From feet up to head rockin the blue brim
the Monkey In It [Soopafly] The nigga Daz, Soopafly Sewin up best friends until we die Mash for cash right thinking uh forever we high Stepped out
rocker, for a rocker For a rocker, for a rocker 'Till the morning comes, 'till the car arrives 'Till we kill the drums, 'till we lose our lives Hey Jenny, tell Peggy Sue We
Dr. Dre This For The Magasin Writers words with a Lot Say Come To My Hood It enough Good We Cocking Spray Keep It Gully Like we are For Rock AWAY Trick
Living Color It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach Yumi, I'm takin' it, I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we
the isle, I'm from the isle To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete Rock
I been around the world, I done toured the U.S. Here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Now here we go, c'mon Yeah! [Chorus] -
poetry, two things that's good for ya We rock hard just like the hood told us That fake shit I never could show you We ought to keep it true and authentic
