CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Back From The Dead
These rap industry b*t*hes wanna talk like
I ain’t kept the muthaf**king game in suspense homie
See what I’m saying
Check a muthaf**ker before you even try question my presence in these streets
West Los stand up
I'm here now, I know you heard what I said
Stay in step muthaf**ker cause I'm back from the dead
Homie feel this, this my brand new joint
I ran up in some cribs just to prove my point
Got my 38 snub, I'm on hood patrol
It's your boy G Rabbs legendary in los
They call me sensei cause I could show you techniques
I got a Glock 9 millies, serve dope to the streets
Killers meet dog, they pulled up in them rovers
Real heat holders only f**king with boulders
What it is though, dog you already know
Dark past grew up fast with the smuggle and coke
So I'm daring you b*t*hes to try to f**king rob me
My voodoo witch doctors leave your ass like a zombie
Smoking chron b, the double Glock H gang
Ese catch me on the west side, took it back for the fans
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Little homies running wild putting tats on their heads
I was exiled but now the rumors return
Gold chains, diamond rings, the opposition concerned
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Your b*t*hes got ready, to give me some head
They some snakes though, I'm not a sucker man
I'm a f**k with your sl*ts and send them back to your ass
I ain’t kept the muthaf**king game in suspense homie
See what I’m saying
Check a muthaf**ker before you even try question my presence in these streets
West Los stand up
I'm here now, I know you heard what I said
Stay in step muthaf**ker cause I'm back from the dead
Homie feel this, this my brand new joint
I ran up in some cribs just to prove my point
Got my 38 snub, I'm on hood patrol
It's your boy G Rabbs legendary in los
They call me sensei cause I could show you techniques
I got a Glock 9 millies, serve dope to the streets
Killers meet dog, they pulled up in them rovers
Real heat holders only f**king with boulders
What it is though, dog you already know
Dark past grew up fast with the smuggle and coke
So I'm daring you b*t*hes to try to f**king rob me
My voodoo witch doctors leave your ass like a zombie
Smoking chron b, the double Glock H gang
Ese catch me on the west side, took it back for the fans
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Little homies running wild putting tats on their heads
I was exiled but now the rumors return
Gold chains, diamond rings, the opposition concerned
Soon as word hit the streets
That I was back from the dead
Your b*t*hes got ready, to give me some head
They some snakes though, I'm not a sucker man
I'm a f**k with your sl*ts and send them back to your ass
