Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me After a life of abuse I could
Traduction: Quinze. Front.
mighty light approching in a zoom Need was there to tell someone of my discovery Fifteen seconds later, a light appeared in front of me To my surprise
my stride I got fifteen miles to go now And I can hear my baby callin' my name It's as if, as though I'm standin' at her front door And I can hear that
2:] Now shorty you know how I do when I'm off in the club Sipping apple juice too young to sip the bub With my whole crew, about ten or fifteen thugs
bitch ass Under a closed do' nigga, you got us fucked up [Z-Ro:] When it get gangsta, I don't see too many niggaz repping they set But in front of these
gangsta dogg I kno-oow I'm a gangsta dogg I sho-oow I'm a gangsta dogg [Verse 1 - Z-Ro] When it get gangsta I don't see too many niggaz reppin the set but in front
s, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With
your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the
winners And my man Com Sense just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin
a ferris wheel) Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. He's out there preachin' in front of the steeple
, mer Triste enfant de guerre Five, ten, fifteen millions I raise a glass to all this killing Cinq, dix ou quinze secondes On joue aux des qui va au front
Hey what up man? What up god? Ya heard? Chillen, cold as hell Yes it is, hey Busta didn't come here did he? No, hey look, you got fifteen cent? Nah, I
got hyped, I was in the corridor, Apple before it got riped. So I aint gotta act like, I'm on top of, or in front of them, If I aint the best dog then
morning light Louisiana Saturday night My brother Bill and my other brother Jack Belly full of beer and a possum in the sack Fifteen kids in the front
Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we traded
