shut out every other light I don?t wanna fight I thought it was a good omen To dream of you all night What if I?m just a slow man What if I?m just messing
Traduction: Brouillard. Homme lent.
Oh listen, sister, I love my mister man, And I can't tell yo' why, Dere ain't no reason Why I should love dat man. It must be sumpin' dat de angels done
like Newt Gingrich SUCKS DICK [CLEF] Meanwhile the government brings Star Wars from glocks to glockers C.O.P. has an APB out on Chewbacca Mista Mayor
(feat. Wiz Khalifa) Okay, its Wiz Khalifa, Gucci, Drama and Mary Jane Hit a few times, cause I'm two timez, Gucci two timez [Gucci Mane] I'm mister
go! I swear the game make you cold like obonimal Snow man old man when you trying to shine like gold When its my time to blow partner Imma know In the mist
hot Come on Let's make it hot Come on, let's make it hot (hardcore to make 'em rubbers at cold) Come on, come on [Verse 1: Method Man] [Verse 1: (method man
(YO YO!) You can't talk wit the tape over Pass the pussy, get out, date's over Back to your gray Nova that's way slower Redline to five on the highway
down How its gonna go down Lay these niggas low-down Slow down Fuck all that plannin shit Run up in they cribs And make em catch the man n shit See niggas
Mister, mister, Love U mister Come on [Chorus:] Call Mr Goodnight He'll make U feel alright Make U throw Ur head back and holla So nice, so nice Better
funny cuz everybodies looking [Chorus] [Verse 3] Cloudy eyed stroll now my strides slow Walking up out the New Peking eyes closed Took another hit from the poison mist
, Like that Playa, Like that Big Rob, Like that Big E, Like that Of course, my man M-A-G-OO And me Timbaland Jimmy D, we out for 97E Can't forget my man
[Method Man] Apocalypse Now Mind over matter next batter be Tical Put it on a platter how much uncut raw shit we dealin wit, murder track what Slang killin
The morning mist is burning slow Blood on sons and brothers gonna flow Tomorrow will I live, I just don't know Morning comes we march again Into the fields
I was sitting back and I was thinking man I ain't even trying to deal with this shit no more you know Cham' I don't know what to do yo, ya know Seem like
sung, flung, hung into the rafters Catastrophe struck, the sound stuck, disaster plastered The aftermath a blasted buildin' still standin' Like a starved man
action, my people turning to hold a strap, man I don't give a damn, South Central and, Lookin' out for the black man, strugglin' with my brother man,
