Big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down? Everyone knows I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us I can go on my own making bombs with rubber bands Have my hard dance, I'ma need a man for romance Streets are making 'em hard, so they selfish little roamers Jumping girl to girl, make us meat like burgers When I get fat I'm gon' pop me out some leaders Protocol to be a Rocawear model It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle Protocol to be a rocker on a label It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil Now I got a little paper for later so I'm stable Better something, better come, I could get cable Ghetto pops, food drops, store them in my stable Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off my table Village got on the phone, said the street is coming to town They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground They order me about I'm an outlaw from the badlands Put away shots for later, so I'm stable Live in trees, chew on feet, watch 'Lost' on cable Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable From the crap you drop on my crop when they pay you © ZOMBA MUSIC PUBLISHERS LTD.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com