Texty:
Rotten Sound Trust

second thoughts even when they have deceived their precious beloved community. The simple human race is deceived by their leaders; the trust was gained

Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin' for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten

it's meltin' on my lips A rush through my body, feel it in my fingertips You selling me your fantasy that I wanna explore Sounds so good, spoil me rotten

Im surrounded for the secrets of All the writings on the walls in the cave described us To decapitate the heads of the people who broke trust Beyond

I'll give you a buck-fifty so quickly, you won't even know that ya nose dripping So much blood on the floor, you might as well be pretending to be mudwrestling a dozen bitches PMSing Sounds

the war shouldn't stop Until these playa-hatin niggas body rott (body rott) Nigga the war shouldn't stop Until these motherfuckin cops body rott (body rott

, fancy walls and shiny windows The surface is clean, but rotten in the core This is the price you pay For your own liberty And we will trust in what

I?m surrounded for the secrets of? All the writings on the walls in the cave described us To decapitate the heads of the people who broke trust Beyond

Cali Love to my true Thugs, picture me now Still down for that Death Row sound, searchin for paydays No longer Dre Day, arrivederci Blown and forgotten, rotten