angelaufen was hei?t das schon Am Morgen dann erwache ich Einem Haufen gleich Komm forme mich Glaubst du nicht Wei?t du nicht Horst du nicht Komm forme
you doing ha..talking bout me up in L.A.. In San Diego..motherfucker you ain't able to fuck wit me you ain't nothing then a bitch you ain't never been
Can't wait to see your face on your release date Believe me I haven't forgot about you Matter of fact the other day my moms asked me about you I told
me what that Low Pro like, biatch [Royal T] Step into the hood like a motherfucking G It's the number one vato in your hood, Royal T President of Latin
(feat. Bizz, Latino) [Royal T] Another day, I cruise at the beach Car sitting low, my homey's in the next seat It's the Royal, rims clean with the top
deep when we bring the pain [Chorus] Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't dance homey, we boogie Chicanos don't
can't stick around, ain't got time to dick around If you wanna get down let's get down, let's get down (So what you wanna do) [Royal T] I blow hynas
up your chronic sack of weed Blaze that shit up, eses keep that shit gangstered up Time to drink up [Royal T] LPG gang, fool you can't hang Royal came
V, Lil' Rob) [Royal T] It's a cold world, so my heaters stay hot My shank stays sharp, don't make me stick in in your heart Body snatcher, don't make
shoeshine boy And shake hand with the president It ain't gonna help you gotta had that royal blood to make it And I ain't got nothing royal but me So
a team and then they say "Foo your royal penis is clean." And I'm like, Yes, It's on and poppin' Yes, the parties rockin' Yes, the cuties shockin' Yes, and there ain't
bazookas, sharpen your tutors 'Cause we don't pardon the snoozers Yo son, I wouldn't change my life for nuttin And that ain't like you for frontin', who
in a glass house Once again, packed like frozen food and battery hens Think of all the starving millions Don't talk politics and don't throw stones Your royal
the dealership And Weezy just ripped the drop Phantom so they feelin' sick Diamond rings, diamond chains Royal suites, private planes Palm trees, big change I can't
it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush Wonderin' why they don't be bustin' the same I'm clutchin' my thang Stuffin' in it, strokin' it down, beat the stuff up Shorty, don't
bitch some old gangsta shit Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit Top down air forces white tank and shit Ain't
pretend I don't know what to do [Noreaga] Why the good they gotta die so young Foul niggas live a long life, I cried all night sh-t, I can't control
in all shit) Priest, Proverbs, hahaha Ya'll cats think I was just gonna come off, and I don't get none Thought ya'll wasn't hear from me again, right
