you a rap, but anything else, not my job I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job I make you
Traduction: Mac Dre. Pas mon travail.
a rap, but anything else, not my job I peel ya cap back, but anything else, not my job I get ya for racks, but anything else, not my job I make you a
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
to Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
Dre, he turned them into granades And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got game Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain Now back to reality, my gun and my
't then squeeze Stack Gs will you please I'm Mac dre baby the young black brotha The young nigga on tha album cover From the bay boy Mac dre boy The mutherfucking Mac
huh? say stunnas i say coonnas half naked in my shades in my blueones gotta pair with the studs like donna's light green lookin just like niners sum say das my
don't then squeeze Stack Gs will you please I'm Mac dre baby the young black brotha The young nigga on tha album cover From the bay boy Mac dre boy The mutherfucking Mac
Omg) [x3] Let Dre Get In Your Soul And Lose Control [Verse 2:] Man I Got It I Got It Mac Dre In My Body Thug Is Not My Job They Say They Wanna Party
