Il testo della Sosa

Minolta, devil exposure
Wide lens view
Check credentials
And niggaz next to push tha benz through
You know the glow
Iced out rings, long dough
Spandex messina, hoe bitches lettin' they dome show

I played the game
Took plenty paper, still remain the same
Asian name
Barrel link chain, lettin' my piece hang

Domestic
No more crime play, but still connected
It's ethics
Calculated steps through geometrics

Waves spinnin'
Double shades of beige linen
Nine seven expedition
Display with all tha trimmins

Travel light
Push tha ls on casual nights
Have you ever puffed tha tallas weed pipe?
That shit'll have you right

I roll dice
Tryin' to divorce from this cold life
Used to sell coke on tha strip, but now i hold mics
And plan soon
To pack and vacation way in cancun
Escape to a cozy estate, filled with mad rooms

Furnished up
Too many foul niggaz, time to turn it up
Push about a buck
And shift gears, burn the clutch
Cause it's like this
For these chips i strike swift
Preciseness
Precious jewels of life, thats priceless

I payed my dues
And through it all i never trade my shoes
Cash rules, new crews
Who made the news?
We all for paper
I guess greed is just a second nature
Indeed shots, the henn, rock, and weed'll escalate ya

Some mostly touch along the line crossed up
I took tha short cut
Puffin on blunts, bustin' off nuts
The night type
Love dime bitches and night life
Casino dice
Sexy strip dancers, and white ice

I seen the movie
Most of you niggaz couldn't move me
Truly
It's like a six shot ruger against an oozy
So bust ya run
Or cock back, bust your gun
But i fake none
I remain like the sun

Bless tha strong livin'
Intellect, and long vision
Connects in prison
And real niggaz with recognition
So respect the mission
Volume one, second addition
The next dimension
Dotted line, sign your deposition