bury your bones [Bugsy] Yeah you know, it's all about that dough West Coast players in this canton Hit a switch and drop it low This is Tattoo Ink,
[Bandit] Check it out homie, check it out Tattoo Ink, right here in the canton Check this shit homie, check this shit Bring it homie, bring it Soy Bandit
[Conejo] [Conejo] Check it out, put me on track twenty five China White, alright Ey Venom, you ready homie Let me hear myself, let me hear myself Murder
call the, someone call the LAPD I don't want control, somebody help I don't wanna fucking die Shit, I should've never fucked with the Ink
[Conejo talking:] Tattoo Ink, 25th we can't be faded We on the map [Pelon:] That is right ese, me entiendes mendes, la musica asesina [Conejo:] it'
coming Oh no, you vatos want nothing Yeah you know the realest, come on Ese gangster better leave it alone Bugsy, Conejo, Bandit, Veneno Tattoo Ink, Tattoo Ink
'm through driving into LA I'm back home to the palace .... ay top down get my tan on I'm not you I don't need the tattoos All my ink is on my cheques
future, I could co-direct your past And make damn sure that you never forget it, admitt it I'm ready, I'm wit it, still here like a statue Pink champaigne, green ink in your tattoos
top, mentally They think I'm out of shape so I have to jog they memory Think with indelible ink, I let the pen go Verses permanently tattooed serve as
Blue, songs are like tattoos You know I've been to sea before Crown and anchor me or let me sail away Hey blue, there is a song for you Ink on a pin
your future, i could co-direct your past, and make damn sure you never forget it, commited, im ready, im with it still here like a statue, pink champagne, green ink in your tattoos
gonna happen Spend my time in a cold jail cell Shootin' up poison an' livin' in Hell And I never care what people think My history's written on me in tattooed ink
what?) gotta a zoo all in my closet yes I do yes I do I got some gators buffalo's minks too minks too if you like my tattoos LA ink is in my closet got
Doc comes, she won't wipe it up Dat bitch, that'll whip a car better than me Yo, dat bitch, splittin' cigars better than me Dat bitch, tattoos on her
Talking about the Moron Bros', tattooed fingers, tattooed toes They're idiots, losers, they're scum Taking advantage of everyone, you're a dog, they're
ink to So fuck it, I'm a start right here, I'll just be briefer 'Bout to rattle off some other reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo
, just overcompensate At least you'll know, you can always go on Ricki Lake The world loves wannabe's so, hey hey Do that brand new thing Now he's getting a tattoo, yeah He's gettin' ink
2X] [Verse 3] I'ma die screamin, fuck you, meet me in hell 'cause I still got beef on my chest, and it gets no deeper look at the ink on my arm, I tattooed
