I'll always think of you as I'll try to cross the endless ocean. As long as my guides are guiding me I don't know how much time I need. My dreams sometimes
You're pretty dreamy for a boy from Long Island You should come to see me on my western horizon Seems as though it's 'cause we're never meant to meet
Traduction: That Dog. Long Island.
a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a> There's some chicks wit boyfriends that are up tight now Cause they know the big 'dog'
friends greavin when you pull the marijuana ima wanna kill you as bad as The Terminator wanted Sarah Connor but I'm loosin my patience fuck it send me to the island
your life(no and uh) She my lucky charm like the cereal (yeah) bags by Herman she runway material (Yeah)bought her a lambo now she stunt like me pink dog
My homeboys in Clinton And Rikers Island Mumia Atumie, Gerino Pratt, All the political Prisoners San Quiton Yeah One Thug, One Thug How do we keep
riding through my town got the key to my city All the tin mo things brand new in the minute Every nigga in this mothaf**ka no me dog Livin legend, ridin
m gettin' another till dropped 250 on the grill spent the same on the watch Them hoes see us winnin' so you know they gon' flock I bought another island
Town My Nigga (Believe That) To Be The Boss That I Be Nigga And Smoke Weed Everyday Of The Week Nigga On Stunna Island Nigga Fuckin With Them G Niggaz
They say that no man is an island And good things come to those who wait But the things I hear are there Just to remind me Every dog will have his
I keep hustlin I keep hustlin And if you feel me put your hands up And come and sing the hustler's anthem with me Lalalala Yeah Lalalala Keep hustlin dog Keep hustlin dog
the atlas Coolin, that's how we make movies Basketball gun brawlers, bounce Black down 'bill-a-head banks, Malibu colorful shanks That's the way we live, Staten Island kid Old dog
s Cuban Link 2, motherfucker) [Raekwon] The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show support Take your sweatpants off, fix your mascara Four hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long Island
a barrel at both ends sprayin techs at you untill u see the fuckin legs full of bullets holes and the exit wounds layin next to you. fuckin mad dog,
ghetto superstar like me I'll show you how to do this young'n I ain't frontin' these Jordans ain't comin' I'm in the island of Saint something Keep the
not long Mine on the other hand is lengthy type The Abstract gets real, real, real [Verse 4: Dove] Real down to Earth I hit the Long Island Rail You
