my command I'm breakin' loose, Ain't no use holdin' me down Hold..stick around But baby remember It's my life and I'll do what I want It's my mind and
Traduction: La Police. It's My Life.
hand in, 'cause they ain't got no spades My whole team got dough So my bankhead is lookin' like Millionaires' Row Rihanna : Life's a game but it's not
let them put u down She says : how shall i work it out I got so much things to worry about I ain't got no time for myself No time fe live my life Cooking
say these things But it's the reason why I sing my song It's why I sing my song It's why I sing my song It's why I sing my song My song My song My song
a mug shot from my graduation picture And my junior high school yearbook Paul Cain never appear shook Yeah I might talk to my enemies but never police
the difference now it's only deserts If I talk it's gon be reckless I'm ready to die So when I apply pressure niggas gon respect it Tote guns to rob niggas
at my neck and didn't see no chain Be saying "That's nasty", wouldn't give me no brain Ya'll surprised F-A-B-O's sane In my rolla life, I done jumped
Tell me what has become of my life I have a wife and two children who love me I am the victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim
a legal gun to his head, It's stupid, should of played ball instead, Let's sing it out. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] So one day, when it's all said and done, My life
bout spittin balls and the whole crowd goes It's unbelievable these people say I made it throwin down a lil handy Can't believe that I don't chase it Life
through the skyline The game on my back I got 5 spines Black cat with 9 lives, time flies By so I got one life to loose it But how will I use it? Uhhh, I put it
Thinkin' wit my dick, My head in the clouds Should of avoided my temptation instead of my vows Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elon Let's put this
Riding in my box chevy, aye that's my hood car, graduated from a hood star. These niggas get me mad, I don't need bread 30 bands I got swag. My show 15
I smoke purple stuff alone in my room That cush made me leave my body I was gone in my room Mad swangas, to mo no blocks, I switch cars like socks Either it's
on my waist Candy blue paint on my ride, Trouble in the front in the back is Grace Joseph McVey that's my name, and I taste diamonds in my mouth Fuck a nigga named Lloyd Banks, it's
s, (gangstas) This for my gangstas, my gangstas For my gangstas, my G's This for my gangstas [Z-Ro:] Hell naw you can't hit my weed, cause to me smoking
