's not good That boy's a fucking creep The boy's no good, yeah, he's a hood He won't treat you like he should I said the boy's no good, he's a hood He
Traduction: Rise Against. Boy n'est pas bon.
s not good. That boy's a fucking creep. The boy's no good. Yeah, he's a hood. He won't treat you like he should. I said the boy's no good. He's a hood
make my bells rang, make them go ting-a-ling! Now the man, I'm here again Don't worry to ever end It's feeling too good Gimme some more, oh lady lady
t know me Why you niggaz wanna beef? All in my grill like You the papparazzi Boy I was fulla game Way before this rap thang Real 'fore the money came That's
you, talk about your mistakes you cheated yourself but these are the breaks and it'll never be the same again cause of old boy but oh boy, together we
Mary queen of Arkansas, it's not too early for dreamin' The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard's love can be redeeming Mary, my queen, your
have a good time Bring back stories 'cause I will stay behind So punch the clock, two months are up, and I am stuck down Against the floor the heat rises
me [Chorus] (And when I dream) [x4] No mommy, don't do it again Don't do it again I'll be a good boy I'll be a good boy, I promise No mommy don't hit
, I'm Aquarius with Venus rising on my past. Don: Really? Phyllis: Yeah. It's really good sign because it's the Aquarian age now, you know? And like,
] Alrighty ain't no need to fear If there's a way out it's gotta be near Hey yo look a phone You still got one good arm so it's on Can you hear? Ahh tongue
freeze Cold turkey has got me on the run Cold turkey has got me on the run Thirty-six hours Rolling in pain Praying to someone Free me again Oh I'll be a good boy
the weed's at so where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at [Verse 1 - Daddy X] it's on
sleep Now you can go to sleep Yes you can go to sleep (Go to sleep, it's okay) Good night, good night Good night, good night (Real niggas up again) (
Hop when niggas knew the art of war (Shan!!!) Rough rhymes that's what gave the hard the core Now it's all good best friends became gladiators Matter
ya anymore Armies of ants, wade up the lil red streams they're headin for the mother-pool O lord, it's cruel! O man it's hot! O man it's hot and And
[King Midas] "Word, best to feel me, boy It's about to come off, it's about to come off Whether you love it or you hate it Ain't none of this drug game
