CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : VOODOO


Dear lord help me forget all my sins, one minute I think I’m good
The next thing would be my death
Hit up J. Chet let them f**kaz know we next
We coming straight for the neck
We running up for them checks
Grab the AK, reload it and let it bang
Call your b*t*h mayday, cause she go down on me everyday
f**kin spitting twisted lyrics to calm all my senses
f**k a label, and a handout b*t*h we independent


A cold day is always feelin the same
In the house of pain, wait for habits to drain
Never let up, I always get up
And running thru the problems I deal with may be the same for you

Rather be alone, in my conscience for so long
As I sit in stone, I let my intentions be known
Blood curdling sour, cause I live by the hour
Only a minute to scour to find the source to empower


Yea yea yea yea

And b*t*h im dead talking
Dead walking on the set
Dripping wet coffin
Gone pull the Ak out the back
And get that b*t*h sparking
Gone switch the choppa
For the mac
And now your b*t*h jockin
The police ride around
All day chalking
But i just chalk it up
Dont give a f**k
Cause i ain't talking
Ain't it awful
How they sleeping on me
Im Posturepedic
I got pull with plenty b*t*hes
They gone want me
Till they need me.....
Ok...