7 октября 2002, 09:20
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#52 (ПС)
| Zig Zag in the packs
with the tons of the grass
and my lyrics gonn speed like rockets
I'm packing my pockets with chedar
Improving my skills to get better
Better than ever and never surrender
I'm high from the mountains spreading my sound down
For them peeps in valley
my gangsta roots coming out from Cali
cover the town like an avalanche
cold as Ice so deep to touch
no giving up
always be the part
of underground hip-hop
the rhymes so ruff the people got scary... |