Traduction: Percee P. Live Freestyle 1991.
Traduction: Percee P. Chauffer Raw.
Traduction: Percee P. Rap Attack Throwback.
eh, yo, what's up? all right I know what you mean, yo, give me the mic I'm the capital P-E-R-C-double E dash P-P dash double E-C-R-E-P in me shots
(feat. Lord Sear) [Percee P] Check it out... You hit me, hit me with a little something... Check it out, check it out... Check it out... Yeah, yeah,
the block, make the brothers pop their knots It ain't funny when a nigga gotta get money A nigga still doin this cause we hungry [Percee P:] Copycats
Tout est calme, sur Belle-ville, Je sors juste de chez Lucile, Elle est chouette, et je pense, Que son homme a de la chance Elle m'a dit tout en sanglots
J'ai trouve un bel accord Je veux le jouer encore Mets le son un peu plus fort Trouve des paroles sur la mort Et voila une belle chanson, Tiens j'ai une
comme un chien Moi, je commence a fatiguer On pourrait arreter d'sauter Non, on peux pas, on est trop funs Au refrain C'est le solo ! T'as qu'a p'
fait percer l?nombril En r?venant a la maison On s?est fait percer l?teton En r?partant chez les freres Tang On s?est fait percer la langue Comme on voyageait
I don't want to interrupt you, You with your crew doing you how you do, You are pursued, by all of these dudes and their buddies. Clear you need to choose
What's up babygirl? Tu sabes que te quiero Has lo que dice tu corazon Y olvida los demas Cause you know I love you! Recuerdo aquel dia que te conoci
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assainations; they ignore the issue
The R.T.Z. and B.P. multinational conspiracy Took the land of aboriginees and killed the earth at Roxby Uranium mined on stolen land For nuclear power
If I tell the truth, would you scold me? If I came for you, would you hold me? Does my nude blush you? I can't change me But my bridge still stands,
short I think, we was cursed from the start I'm only trying to play my part But why they wanna wish death, on me and my niggaz [Master P] My nigga stared
Some of my otherwise brilliant and productive friends (like scoundrels and their flags) take final refuge in character assasinations; hey ignore the issue
Oh, tell me my Lord, why am I here? Lost in all our pain and sorrow Are we to live in pain and fear? Oh, tell me my Lord, why am I here?