Songtext von Stop In The Name...

Full fledgin never sat on my legend No shuffle or shoulder shruggin Uncle Tommin nickel & dime rhymin This renegade rippin Rugged trax I love it Sorta black owned Like da Denver Nuggets Pow pow The original Harder hitter Iz back in black On deck wit a turtleneck Uh ha you can drink All you want But hard dont make Da liquid matter you intake The logical Sorta psychological Brother like butter spread to one Another Thicker da blunt & got sicker Once upon a rhyme all bigger Meant was for bigga cotton picker Leave alone The men from the mice Who twice packs da gatt Turn into dirty ratts I'm comin wit the andidote, I hope they cope To da rhythm I wrote Pawns in da game Goin down da drain Final call to my race in pain