, do I still make you laugh? Still make you laugh? There've been too many times. There've been too many times. There've been too many times. There've been too many times
Traduction: Black. Trop de fois.
t slam my car do' It costs too much money to get that shit fixed I need all my money to pay my bills with Don't have no time, for the shuckin and jivin
of there like a house on fire And put us all in the black Maria Now they might have missed a pitiful few But they got both me and my buddy too It was
s go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it?
let's go [Black Rob] Like that Black gon' slide with Mike Jack Puff done remixed one hell of a track Put me on it I wanna know How many want it? Damn
but I'm spendin all my{CAKE} on Atlanta(?) Yeah I got a full house like Stephanie Tanner And the clip on the K look like a banana All black burner(?) gloves All black
ass niggaz, make a nigga slide your bitch ass Under a closed do' nigga, you got us fucked up [Z-Ro:] When it get gangsta, I don't see too many niggaz
22's, or the living room inside a Maybach [Hook x2] [Lil' Flip:] Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla It was too many cheats, ain't nobody
's time to make this shit known S Dub, V is finally in the Screw zone It took a minute, but you know we had to find home Too many funny niggas, acting
[Z-Ro] Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0 Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed
'll never take me alive, sleeping with one eye open I'm paranoid fuck sleep, and I'm drinking and I'm smoking Ain't no love in my heart, too many times
on stopping me But they can't stop me G, cause I'm way too throwed Blowing on dro, so I'm way too blowed I'm way too dranked out, sipping on bar Don't
s time to make this shit known S Dub, V is finally in the Screw zone It took a minute, but you know we had to find home Too many funny niggas, acting
seen so many murders since the day my momma died I ain't lyin, will I remit, will I survive, can I breathe? Cause I don't see too many Christians as murderers
Yung Redd) (Paul Wall 1st Verse) When you up, you up And when you down, you down but when you fall off just peep out who still come around and aint too many
goin' out like no statistic Another number, made me wonder How many other brothers they've put under I sat in the dark real still for a long time Didn