the chrome spin (I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high (I got the right to feel high) I got the right to feel high I want to ride
the chrome spin I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high [Common] I'm the
Traduction: Common. I Got A Right Ta.
chrome spin I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high I got the right to feel hood I got the right to feel high [Common] I'm the only
a ballad for all the fallen soldiers I'ma bout 'ta show you how a hustlers life (this is life man) and a soldier's life, parallel And the one thing they got
a skit So I compliment her on the common sense I'm calm A lil more confident (Uh Huh) And then we lose consciousness She says "that I've been waiten for you" And I
I ain't tryin, to argue Sometimes I wouldn'ta made it if it wasn't for you Hip-Hop, you the love of my life and that's true When I was handlin the shit I
I go, its another hommie Its another drinkin, its another room And getting that cash, its always a tailor Always a true love, always a hater When youz a
a nail she got me hard as hell i cant control it cant you tell baby show me whatcha workin with ever got knocked off on a bumper kit i keep a gold
twice) Why do I need I.D. to get I.D.? (I don't know, beats me.. beats me) If I had I.D. I wouldn't need I.D. (Hahahahah, that's right - that's true)
330055 I like the slim waist fat Aass bout 55 holla when you needed girl you know I got ride ride nore, pitbull,fat joe that's right right me encanta como
with my third eye So I start hip-hop and I understand why Common used to love her She got me open so I even had to fuck her But I used the rubber, cause
we like Ja' and Ashanti I care I'll be your boyfriend I'll be your girlfriend I'll be your boyfriend I'll be your girlfriend If I be your boy would
And find the right one Dug in the bushes so I can get a tight one, it's fat I got it and now I need to be leavin' I believe men might get shady even
of gold, material things huh That's what silly girls are made of Verse one: On a scale of one to ten I seen a girl about a nine A slave of mental death
poles Tryin get attention Got the juice Double choclate like a piston Hit it off set it off like a pop gun I ain't gotta front 'cause i got one And i'm hot son Wit a
gettin nothin from me I said, no comment (what) no comment No comment, I ain't got a comment [Verse 2] So I been called a snitch (BUT) But I been called
