Traduction: Outil. Quarante six et deux.
breakin' my heart baby, and there ain't a damn thing I can do Yes, you got me wringin' my hands and cryin' baby, well, you're breakin' my heart in two
A P's To The Y and it's time for some, look it's time for some excercise I mean sexercise! I ain't On Buying you flowers I'm on getting you in the showers and
the flawless creature I'm in awe from all of those features regardless to all them, I appease her you is a dime to them other broads peace up that means two, between me and
for the move and groove, put your dead body in a soothin mood Don't need no air, no sex, and no food The tool, is mine, to use - Blackward row [Professor
understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you know
understand There's nothing but the work, and the calico in my hand On a corner on the Ridgevan, and I'm serving a fiend A real live B-Boy, and you
and down and rap flawn, these jackers ain't on That's why I skip the slab, and I move straight to foreign Everybody has collided with The Screwed Up Click And
de blast is best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
guns speak jamaican, they be like "Bloodfire!" Where I'm from, niggas be on some sleak shit They hungry, use they lighters to cook their beef stick And this 'dro and
in the caravan on my way to Maryland with my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs And when he start to bust
four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried
x2: Eminem and Royce] Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin in with they team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and
do for it, Then you bring it back like the Mothaf-ckin chorus, And you bring it back back back back back back back, And you bring it back back back back
light gettin' it to this bright light doin it on them twenty fours shinin' on them headlights C-C-Catch me in the nightclub two tools strapped up, soo
old school And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain't ridin' on me Unless ya got a whole fuckin' suicidal warmin' And I'm a rider homie and you can find