Текст песни 6 Ave - Tsunami VIII

Wavey Gang S-
Whole lot of gang S-
Yah

I been fighting all these demons, I can't sleep
If I die, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah I hear you N- talking, talk is cheap
Got them praying that this heat don't hit the streets
Fire grabba, propane
Head shots, Cobain
John doe, no name
Rondo keep the 9 on me

Told you rookies I'm the one, two legit to quite
See you thirsty looking at my B-, you should take a pic
I just roll it in the fire grabba, then I take a hit
Got me high, I think I'm seeing stars, I could make a wish
Gold on my wrist, gold on my neck, it make her wet
Wavey gang gang, ima rep, N- F- your set
Mobbing with my dawgs, I'm a vet, B- you been a pest
Made a mill, ain't pay your mama debt, B- i ain't impressed
Fresh kicks, dripping with finesse, better watch your step
Cold world, Northface on my chest, B_ I'm winter fresh
Model chick, fresh up out the nest, make you break your neck
Usain bolt, running up a check, I ain't break a sweat
Make it look like its lite work, it ain't for the weak
Working twenty four seven N-, 7 days a week
Counting 365, 66 in leap
Got the 6 on my head, like the mark of the beast

I been fighting all these demons, I can't sleep
If I die, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah I hear you N- talking, talk is cheap
Got them praying that this heat don't hit the streets
Fire grabba, propane
Head shots, Cobain
John doe, no name
Rondo, keep the 9 on me

I been cursing through the 6, paper tag on the whip
Got the gas by the zip, built a house from a brick
I was thirst, I was starving, I was down on my shit
I got up off my A-, and I hit me a lick
Oh oh
Came from nothing, I'm a do the most
Oh oh
I'm just getting started on you H-
Oh oh
N- if you scared go get the pope
Oh oh
Yeah we laughing, N- you a joke
Oh oh
This the realest S- I ever wrote
Oh oh
Hope you little N- taking notes
Make it look like its lite work, it ain't for the weak
Working twenty four seven N-, 7 days a week
Counting 365, 66 in leap
Got the 6 on my head like the mark of the beast

I been fighting all these demons, I can't sleep
If I die, I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Yeah I hear you N- talking, talk is cheap
Got them praying that this heat don't hit the streets
Fire grabba, propane
Head shots, Cobain
John doe, no name
Rondo keep the 9 on me

Make it look like its lite work, it ain't for the weak
Working twenty four seven N-, 7 days a week
Counting 365, 66 in leap
Got the 6 on my head like the mark of the beast