Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's my
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin? but not savin? any dough Then came a woman lookin? real cool She said to herself, "Now, that?s
Traduction: BB King. Jours de vieux.
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's
're gonna have a sweet and silly temper, baby Baby, and you won't speak to me for days at a time Oh baby, I know you're gettin' old And your little temper B
m holding my AK Handling bidness, digging ditches everyday hey I'm a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way I'ma be checking niggaz, till I'm old
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
all who wanna hear some (Young'uns these days got fireproof eardrums!) They don't give a SHIT who's hot Just long as you're not, pussy, and be the would-be King
vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika. The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The Kottonmouth kings are
going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days are
from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
of line, they try to prophesy I and I unfold the mysteries told From the futuristic realms to the days of old Make straight through the path of the
Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Q-B-O-R-O nigga Yo, from the days of encore Niggers hung around
early days of radio) [Will Smith] Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Little taste of the old school
and it's gone to far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money, you can rely on the old mans money It's a b**** girl and
cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost
