paroles de chanson Our Rules - Yensek

Uh ah, cruisin' in da old ford escort (vrmm, vrmm)
My boy Vassil at the wheel and I, the Yensek, on da beat
What up (what up) Arrived at the destination
Where boys are waiting, then we do shit we don't have to spit about

Lemme spit about this, We're doing our own shit
Our music is unskilled force and that's our magic (whoa)
K.Z.S, call us trash, then we got trashy bless
Yeah we can try to be best, but we'd rather go to sesh

Mic and speaker, we're scumbag we ain't people
Ain't no shit like is in Detroit
We're who we are ain't no wannabes (I'm lying, we are wannabes)
We are low on money, we are lil' bit naughty
But we have our honor, no screaming mommy gimme some money

(gimme some money)

Cruisin' on the four wheels, two trucks
Without my skate I'm clueless
Sometimes I rest roofless
Sometimes I act ruthless
Your advice is useless
Pass the mic then check it!
I'll show you what the chosen one is about
Foreshorten I don't fuck around
I get down to my business
I ain't ruled by the physics
I'm something unreal for y'all basic ass bitches