Naa naa naa There was a man Who grew too big It didn't matter what he did The girls would always run away When everybody laughs at you It can be humiliating
Traduction: Talking Heads. Le projet de loi.
Bop, bop, doo-wop) Baby girl, you know I love you You bad for real, head to heel, if I don't answer, just let it bill Let me know just how you feel, I
to G's that other shit I don't hear Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care I'm too busy being a player staring at niggas careers But talk
(feat. Paul Cain) [Intro: Fab] Yeah, yeah, them niggas just talkin baby, (dont listen to that shit) dont mind them they just talkin baby they know they
The Glock blow Doce' (12) At these cockaroaches Hos say I'm nothin' but a head junkie Red Monkies Saggin' on the red Dunkies Wrist watch rocky Jesus head
just blow And I'm walkin by myself talking to myself up and down the streets when both my feet's is in old shoes and all these old dudes talking bout
That's you That talk about your homie behind his back, But you always with him at every location he be at. That's you That be stealin from your momma,
[Talking:] King of Da Ghetto, what's up 'Face big homie [Z-Ro:] I greet the Father, on my knees With a bowed head and a humbled heart, my conversation
[Talking] Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic aight you rollin? I'd just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners I just wanna say I'm sorry for not
and do it over Instead I picked up a pen, and got to jotting in a folder Niggas was bobbing they head, bitches was bobbing they head The first time in
(*talking*) It's going down, straight up I'm steady balling, shot calling I'm clowning em baby [Hook] Steady balling, tonight We gon ride while we sipping
(talking) Look out man, quit tripping man, how you gone tell me To choose between you and the streets, don't you know If I leave the motherfucking streets
mah heart from the start We never b apart no Cause I remember holdin hands in the park In the middle of the villa talkin Girl I remember like it was yesterday
'd up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known ['Pac talking overlaps singing
those who rise easy, talkin freely Thank you for them tricks who be, talkin down Hatin me and think that I don't, get around The rumors and the talkin
Watch The Game, Get You Life In The Streets My Watch, My Chain, And My Teeth Cost That Way I Will Never Cheap Talk And I Call My Mommy Sweat Heart, She
what kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head