] It's the M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [Will] M, dot O, dot P, ohh! [both] M, dot O, dot P FIYAH! FIYAH! [Chorus One: M.O.P.] [Fame] Now, fill yo' cups up (PUT
Traduction: MOP. Put It In The Air.
) Marxmen! [M.O.P.] C'MON! YAOW! YO! C'MON, C'MON! It's the M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P, ohh! M, dot O dot P - FIYAHH! FIYAHH! [Lil' Fame] It
temple of everlasting ME! P.X.O., and the X-Clan (aww yeah) Chillin, cleaning the pinkie Hey Brother J, time for a ride Put the key, to the ignition,
(feat. M.O.P.) [M.O.P Intro] Hahahahahaaa Yeah Nigga Whoo.. The Smoke of New York Get up, Come On! Ah! [50 Cent (M.O.P) Chorus] There's nowhere to run
'm a get to \"Stomping in my Air Force Ones\" But you won't be able to tell If it's two pairs or it's one It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking
'm a get to "Stomping in my Air Force Ones" But you won't be able to tell If it's two pairs or it's one It's just gonna feel like so many feet kicking
If you pick me then I?ma pick on you d-o-double g and I?m here to put this d*** on you I'm stuck on p**** and your?s is right Rip ridin? the poles and
you pick me then I'ma pick on you D-o-double g and I'm here to put this d*** on you I'm stuck on p**** and your's is right Rip ridin' the poles and
pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998
it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw it Do whatever to it, but it
it. I'm with ya homie Doc Dre on the television while these niggas moving peanuts like a elephant. I'm on cars like spinnin' rims. I'm in a class all
(feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O
It Fool I Done Done It At The Summit Of Rap And I'm Watchin' You Haters Plummit Run To It Or Run From It, To Bun It Don't Give It Wipe The Streets Wit
it fool I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin' you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to bun it don't give it Wipe the streets wit
the hundreds, it's doable, I done done it At the summit of rap and I'm watchin you haters plummit Run to it or run from it, to Bun it don't differ Wipe
