This is a song about "La belle brosse"

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Got acres of papers, like i played for the la lakers.

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

We keep hitting our words quicker like a star la dodgers home base hitter

As long as when the check came they got first dibsnow brenda's belly is getting bigger

Scott la rock, proof, big l, khadafi, jam master jay,

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

Je suis la garçon qui cracher flamme, french, i just cannot

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god