Текст песни T-Bone - Conversion
T-Bone - Conversion слова песни
[T-Bone]Im ready to make a murder scene happenPimp slappin demons and packinUnload clips, reload and sink ships like a captianYou act like you be knowin, when a G be rappinRunnin from the scene while O.R.C playas be gangsta scrappinNow hold up cause they done did it, diss the lyric I spittedEven though I know you and your crew ain`t even gonna admit itNow slow down T, this familyThey mess wit you, they mess wit me and also EWhy?, this be O.R.C.Lyrically comin wit ski masks out the bushesWit chainsaws, and axes digginThese demons while they`re blood gushesIma jack these demons one by oneThey call me Big Daddy Kane, why? Cause I get the job doneNow watch me jack these demons, hit em wit a gatShow em how a real G suposed to actSmugglin Bibles instead of gatRollin drop top cadillacs, puttin it down streets corners and showsFor all my foes, thug riders and patnas on death rowReally though [Chorus]Bone be the one wit the guns in his handDemons tryin to kill him, cause they no like himSmugglin Bibles to countries filled wit comminismTryin to preach them the WORD then convert to Christian[2x] [T-Bone]Tryin to reach them pimps and thugsCurb serves movin them major drugsGang bangin rollin 60`s crips and them piru bloodsOne love to all the preachas on the street corners2 dubs for all my riders out in CaliforniaPeace to my patnas up in Frisco, San Jose, East Palo Alto, SacramentoFresno, Vallejo, Richmond, LeandroOakland, Hayward, Los Angeles, DiegoYa`ll know, the golden state full of hate and dramaMarijuanna and thugs that shoot a quien las da la gannamost got both hands on they`re desert eaglegotta watch ya back cause here in California killins legalRollin regals, impalas, cadis and them el caminosHittin switches, best beware of all them hattin snitchesTakin pictures of west coast cali sunsetsStreets infested wit all them gang bangin ghetto vetsNo regrets,my patnas dyin over them gangs and setsHavin sex wit girls in mini skirts and pink barrettesWhats next, sick of techs and all them ghetto birdsSmell of herb, and playboys sippin on the thunderbirdI`ll scream until I`m heard, preach the WORDIn every alley, crack ghetto curbWit the beats and verbsAnointed by the might God I serve [Chorus]