a turban for spite Like a Israelite snatchin hoes up, my flow's up When the fuckin world blows up throw your hands up It's a holdup, frontin like you
from a suburbanite A shot of Bur ban, twistin' up the urbanite Makes things a bit easier to tackle I'm from the orange state, now I'm in the big apple
Money in the trap of the body tap all like a scout Run a lap around a pole I'm makin' a stove bank rolls And the paint glossin'-a but I ain't 'Zo Lemme
't a hit. Maybe I'm approaching it wrong. Look at him, a musician, a natural musician. This Motorcity was a serious little boy. Liked to pull down the
do so I'm living da good live a buy you a drank purple bartener like Hahaha shitt I get dat for free menage a three u heard me pop me a feen n watch me
catch a kick like them yamaha drums and thats the bricks, as i lounge like a fat rat you bust back and might catch a cat, rat-a-tat-tat the one and only
re dumb you're lost, if you're wise you will find That poison is a devil substance made for scratch 'Cause one rotten apple destroys the whole batch you
of his cranium!! [CHORUS:] Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun (NO
dad a dat da [4x] Dad a ooh [Verse 1] Little girl with the press and curl Age eight I got a Jheri curl Thirteen I got a relaxer I was a source of so
did with the raw Pick a time, let's pick apart some stores Pick a weekend for freaking for figure 4's I figure frauds never hit a lick before So they
down the drain A rainbow then the clouds come out we do it again Everything evens up, you just wait Even a garbage can gets a steak You ain't even a garbage
) Just a little bob sled he calls Little Saint Nick But she'll walk the toboggan with a four speed stick She's candy apple red With a ski for a wheel
Stay Ahead Of My Shadow And I'm Flown Like A Boat And A Paddle Ali-Gators And Raddle Snakes But I Promise I Will Take A Nigga Off Like A Saturday Got
when I'm coming through the door with some 4s (ya know) And I ain't talkin condoms, nigga, I'm talkin 45 palm a nigga, launch a nigga (back!) Send him
looking so good all day and you really got a nigga pretty anxious baby better call your boss tell him that your daddy's home take a couple days off and
't call me after midnight unless we havin sex, Don't ever assume nothin no man gone be a man, A groupie gone be a groupie, a fan gown be a fan, These
Paris en maquis et naquit le rap hardcore des parkings. Le ghetto a ses Beattles Aux disques a moins de 10 keus. Dans la caisse on BOSSe 4 My People.
time N in your spare time fully understand I'm a rare find... ha you kno, So pick a date and pick a place n we there fo' sho, Slow up the pace this ain