Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue Cuz it's a picture of your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew
Got a tattoo Got it colored in with blue 'Cuz it's a picture on your cold, sad face And now it's true We're probably better off apart And we knew it from
Traduction: Lit. Drop D.
popcorn slinger, to pop off nigga Callouses on my pop finger, pop off nigga Pop through, throw the drop, kick the lock off dump 'Fore them bodies drop
[Intro:] Ahuh... Hey... Excuse me son, can I see your identification? [Chorus:] I wanna walk into the mall Then I'll take it all Drop it from the roof
the grain, and 20's chop up the curb We popping flippers on sippers, 3rd Coast g's on the rise With bubble eyes and customized, and chrome be 20 inches wide Entertainment center be lit
' lit up, high on the great weed I like the girls, I like the ladies I light my world to drive her crazy In the Beamer or a fly Mercedes Gettin' lit
get funky fresh as for the fishes I'm lit luminous I'm not nouveau techno I glow like a glacial in skin that swims faster than speed I am I be dropped
brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks Couple
bitch to get at me, Then the bitch attacked me. Kid you not, I'm lit up us as fuck, Tablecloth tucked in my pants, And I'm hearing dishes drop as I walk
:] Down '71, to get away me gots to run-run. (Kick it.) [x3] [Bizzy:] Hit, get 'em up: nigga's on the run, runnin' side by side with' #1. When drop me
, but they couldn't win You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the
only had sixteen more bars to live I'd get high, and hopefully O.D. on an alternative I'd give a dim lit dream, a colour scheme And I'd swim for the
bitch attacked me Kid you not, I?m lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pants Then I?m hearing dishes drop, ?cause I walked away from my dinner with
Well I brought some friends with me too Now I ain't back just for the sake of just saying I'm back I could relax but I'd rather stack ammo on tracks
That we all must go through When someone wants to test us When someone tries our patience [Eminem] I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit
