Traduction: Doa. Un pistolet et une bombe.
and make the news with a gun and a bomb they'll hear hear your views the right to shoot your gun that's the american way buy a flak jacket and a radar
how we do things (uh)Right now (uh), whachu bout to hear (uh, yea) whachu bout to witness [Fab] F A B O L O U S [Clue](O L O U S!) [Clue]Come on, my man
tommy gun go I ain't never had no love for a mark, is how it go Fortune and fame bout to grow, 20 thousand for a show And it ain't no more regular weed
D so thoed, and they already know The Trae and the J Z-Ro, the By-Bo Got a kin folk raw, that be gripping a gun I got a king folk right, that be dropping a
buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit (I'm gonna buy me a gun) And it don't stop, and it won't quit And it don't stop, and it won't quit
more guns - I'm D, man! (YEEEEAH!) [gunshot] [Chorus: 50 Cent] I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a
watch you get buried That's a real nigga for ya Get mad do a quarter flip the script, and rip your lawyer Spit at the D.A. cause fuck what she say She
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 to jack
trust a hoe? (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a hoe's a trick We don't love them tricks (Snoop: Why?(echoed 3X) Cuz a trick's a bitch And my dick's constantly
he's going to be o.k. Got a bomb in my stomach but I'm dreaming that one day I'll be going to a Policeman's Xmas party Have a couple beers get funky
shit, I done ate a ton of spam If the club poppin, I'm a burn a ton of hundred grams check the parking Lot pimpin, whip cost a hundred grand I'm in love
Ru Paul and a big fat plank Get you higher than a Spike Lee joint See I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard
the Bible Making nuclear silos, bomb the world with hydro Chinese dragon sized blunts in Maracaibo Huh, and everyone flashing a gun on a DVD I'd make
had themselves a party at the point of a gun They were slightly to the right of Atilla the Hun A bomb or two and very few objected Yeah, just one shell and
Squad, L.O.D. wardance One glance, watch Keith Murray hop out In a hurry, cold like a McFlurry No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire L.O
