't have fun Because he lives alone He's watching in the darkness of his home... WATCHING YOU, WATCHING ME Six remote controls So he can sit back on his ass and watch
Traduction: No Use For A Name. Regarder.
t have fun Because he lives alone He's watching in the darkness of his home... Watching you, watching me Six remote controls So he can sit back on his ass And watch
don't have fun Because he lives alone He's watching in the darkness of his home... Watching you, watching me Six remote controls So he can sit back on his ass And watch
alot, we used to be in the Hampton's partied alot We was The Breakfast Club you was a part of the ROC We used to make up special names for the food
nothin to say cause 24 hours aint enough time in the day so time doesn't exist aint no watch on my wrist if a peck on the cheek means death watch for
'em in I be's in the keys wit a click of friends Trees and a liquor blend, I be too queezy and sick to grin I dont care if a skeezer is thick or thin
a permit I'm a bad muthafucka (yeah) I know ya heard about it And if I ain't did it I don't speak a word about it That's foreal nigga (nigga) You should
no use in actin' Miss goody two-shoes I'm a freak girl and I think you might be one Cause' mama told me watch out for the quiet ones Show me your bad
looks Got a little too much confidence and seem shook Use my watch as a pawn to get your queen took I got a fetish for fresh, I'm a clean crook And I
a trans, you take of yo pants You pop on a handstand you got me sweating please pass me a fan DAMN! [Chorus:] Girl the way you movin' got me in a trance
leave a nigga for dead So I hustle to breathe freely, and see another day For the sake of my unborn babies, I keep a K Trying to make sure the McVey name
represent me like a thief in the night So prepare, for permanent sleep in you life I'm still a Christian on a mission, but my vision ain't clear Looking for
town I use to be a Y.G., but I'm a rider now O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead I murder for money half right now
Makavelli I close my eyes and picture home Bout a Mo City block, a place that ain't no glocks, and it ain't no sin No longer watching my back for the
A.K.A. LL, rest in peace I see you up there balling, man hold up Real G's, do you wanna be a G To G or not to G for real Fuck you fakers
hit my crib up with weed Freestyling to beats, and smoking on fire sweet and parlay You should of got a purple heart, for living in a war everyday If he's really a
