messes become successes! Duck Tales, Oo-oo Tales of derring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo Not pony tails or cotton tails but Duck Tales, oo
Traduction: Veggie Tales. J'aime mon canard.
duckies Playboy all about my bunnies That's why I love it when you hit me, tellin' me how you rub it I like 'em freaky tales, followed up by picture mails
Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw Niggas Down to die for me (Naw what I mean) I hit the scene Niggas ducking for my Guillotine Stare I'
best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you This ain't tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the hood Stay
Nigga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you This aint tales of the crypt, nigga, this tales of the
Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll we ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashin' As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the
's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside
Blueprint's for sale Followin' my footprints you can?t fail Set sail, I used to duck shots but now I eat quail I'll probably never see jail Each tale
When we transform the beat With the ill techniques Needles stick like gum Bobby on the two and shaky on the one Here comes the suenamie brothas Duck fuck
's more chicken then pot pies Bok bok bok i'm shakin your tale feathers I got big balls, i'm a sac king like chris webber Luda' will take you back to duck
the vest niggaz better start puttin on helmets I roam the streets where there's no peace, relax Funk comin in stacks, bullets comin from gats So I duck
is employed I'm ragged, pants worn bagged, and umm the ghetto be my home so I shouts to the slum Come, the misfit's got a tale, take you on a mad trip
get in I'm sprayin' everybody the boss the manager yo these are definatly the last days. Yo here he comes with his gun yo duck duck. Black Panther yo
Far between sundown's finish and midnight's broken toll We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing As majestic bells of bolts, struck shadows in the
-gga, my best song, my chucks are bomb proof, You shoot, I shoot back, find God when I'm on you This aint tales of the crypt, n-gga, this tales of the
