I catch ya, stab slow and that's woh
shorty with the big talk, you gotta go. swing on the drip to leave scars
bood spattered on his fat laced abdul jabbars
now we're gettin chased through school with jars
principal jumped up with his dick in the mouth of Ms. Mars
picked up the tele, sweatin for some squad cars
cats tried to cut us off by the garage
but V pulled out the nicky yelled 'life's chance is slim' like Lionel Richie (C) M. Sayyid

цену не знаю, но если купишь можешь друзьям смело говорить, что про твои кроссы тоже есть песенка