ete a l'anniversaire de la Motown Pour aller voir Mickael nous faire le moonwalk J'aurais ete a New-York Pour declencher a 7h une alerte a la bombe
H) Everything I make is so unique (heyy) (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H) Say hey if you down with me (Hey L-I-Y-A-H) If you step to me there's no need (A-A-L-I-Y-A-H)
Refrain Jango Jack Si je pouvais controler le monde, Une journee pour gommer les erreurs, 24h pour defendre la cause des miens, Pour enfin pouvoir vivre
About these fours that you control Now everybody know the brother's calm And I cover the arm (yeah), smother the charm (yeah) Girls say a brother the bomb
got no water City banjo toothpicks shoelaces teachers football telephone records doctor brother sister uniforms machine guns airplanes air force germs M-1 (bang bang bang) M-2 (bang bang bang) A bombs H bombs P bombs Q bombs
fier, dans le ter-ter tu n'es qu'une autruche Tete baissee, froc baisse, avec un micro dans l'anus Zaama, tu fais la fille bien, h'lal W Il sort la
hostages, just give me what I'm looking for and keep your life I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro about to bomb
down, baby These hoe ass niggaz, trying to roach our shine baby But I don't give a motherfuck, just pay me mine baby And I'ma show you why we repping H
get shined out Do you really, wanna fuck around wit us Come out of the trunk, with a AK with us Better watch out for brains, you got a one hitter quitter Nigga we the Southside, H
management class See if a busta cross me, it don't matter the situation I damage his ass Soldier that's what I be, so bitch Why you trying to play me like a H
Just give me what I'm looking for, and keep your life I'm military minded, you can ask Klondike Kat Even if they bomb first, Z-Ro is bout to bomb right
fucking with Z-Ro Motherfucking Mo City Don bitch Yeah, I know y'all hate the way we stare at y'all face [Z-Ro] Rap game phenomenon, lyrically I drop bombs
provide for my baby, and maybe I be creaming the fucking, music and deep got to hit the week Got to get a fat pocket, on a get it out free Not the H.
when I'm not around, they promote the name. I'm Lil' Flip, rapping H-town 'till I'm gone. I took a trip to Amsterdam smoking out a bomb, A baller, baby
dessus Le samu se mange des pierres, il l'on quand meme reanime Une mere pleure regardant son fils sur la chaussee Pour finir, y a pas que de la bombe
**kin' back out They blast but I'm still standin' Slightly scarred deep Questions for the lord, why he don't like me, guard my soul Though my life was hard with no remorse I absorb bomb
my destiny Making decesions carelessly Yeah it's me, yo ni**a man child Bomb first stand proud Ain't looking for hand-outs Twenty-five years up in this bi**h
