, watch out they fall We got chills I break it down and build again, I sit still I've got pills, I got chills I got chills, I got chills
Traduction: Le Bronx. J'ai eu des frissons.
a reason all i want to do is die fuck the beats of a different heart what i'll do if you never tell bleed me an answer from i got chills break it down
Kid Rockin Has got your girl jockin Take a chill pill young man, close your flap Cause like the Piston Joe, I'm goin back to back With a track, uh, thats just too clean I got
over I was like? [Chorus] Dam I can?t believe I?dam I can?t believe I? dam I can?t believe I? dam I can?t believe I cheated on my woman with a girl
well you can buy me a drink and i'll tell you what i seen and i'll give you a bargain from the edge of a maniac's dream that buys a black widow spider
truth or somethin - should I slow down and be a good camper? I heard a young thug scream, "It depends what you got in the beamer!!" Now I got two choices I
with some 409 I always rhyme elite,stay on beat Travel in a posse when I walk the street Loved to say my rhymes when I used to max Now I don't speak much,I
until my knees got sore Kicked around some stories bout the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got
I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes
' better call his mama, and Nah, I ain't thuggin' I'm here to party And I, I don't party I'm here to thug I don't know taste this drink I think it's
t stop it I want you to know I love you I'm talkin' to you baby I'm talkin' to you sucker I love you I love you I have a special phone number where you
you wanna change for the children with a comma? For who? Me, I, myself, you know the one Doing what I gotta do when I do, come I just get off, not just that, yo I say I
. Flow] Hey yo no question I'm the best in this rap business No doubt I'm strapped, get back or get clapped rediculous son I'm flippin this one (don't
rocking till the sun shows I pop my junk my junk, I pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, pop my junk my junk I pop my junk my junk, like what
To a renegade teacher, preacher then he got stomped 'Cause I'm a feature straight from the Bronx Productions Better known as Boogie Down If I was a king right now, I
Pythons used to talk to her sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed
