Текст песни Anybody Killa - Close Call
Anybody Killa - Close Call слова песни
[Verse 1]Right place, right time, close call, what does it matter?Clean get away, keepin` my dirty pockets fatterSmooth operation, plans well thought outHands in the air is what I`m talkin aboutNo doubt call me a warrior, I`m runnin` with a hatchetThe one crazy native representin` PsychopathicDown for the D cause the D is where I struggleUnderground, wicked shit, MOTHAFACKO![Hook] -x2Do you want that native shit?Yes we want that native shitDo you want that crazy shit?Yes we want that crazy shitDo you want that wicked shit?Yes we want that wicked shitDo you run with a hatchet?Yes we run with a hatchet