the barrel at teh flow and let it go (Fuck, shit, wooow, ah, ah, ah, it's cool, I just shot the flow man) It's all good, it's all good, ah, ah, where
give you my all.. but it seems like that's not enough Now you can get all of me A lot of things have changed from what I see Is this the way its s'pposed
Start the car I know a whoopee spot Where the gin is cold But the piano's hot It's just a noisy hall Where there's a nightly brawl And all That Jazz [
it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club,
teeth shinin, diamonds almost blinded her And just like Brandy, I wanna be down with ya Say it's all good, jumped in the Lexus Mobile phone ringin, it's
money like A-Rod Even when Im spittin bout current events It?s a sublime sayin ?who?s more current than him?? So Im wonderin if a higher power?s tryin
entre le milliardaire et le six seven Vitre teintees gros son suspens comme dans le film 7 Les bonnes meufs chouff ma benz et les jaloux s'ouvrent les
, quand j'me pose, sur le beat, pour toi et ta clique, c'est mort subite. Celui qui s'croit champion eprouve une drole de sensation, il s'retrouve comme
britch, the magazine street exit I pull up my truck, im stopping my soul Stop at the 7-11, talking shit on my phone Hustler by nature (nature), buster
't know that cause I'm Bone, Bone [Layzie Bone:] Look at me tipsy sippin on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can Fuckin with people that's off in
thug by nature Strictly fo' the paper Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve I come wit the ones I come wit the guns I come wit the rangs that go bang It's still
t know that cause I'm Bone, Bone [Layzie Bone:] Look at me tipsy sippin on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can Fuckin with people that's off in the
en carioca y aparecio Canizares!!! Subnormales!!! No son racistas, que te crees Follan con negros si son gogo?s no si venden cd?s American Express, Visa
quand j'me pose, sur le beat, pour toi et ta clique, c'est mort subite. Celui qui s'croit champion eprouve une drole de sensation, il s'retrouve comme
now turn the bass up Tear down the club, fuck the whole place up Sweat out your clothes, run the hoe's make up For the windows, DJ's, turn the bass up
it, them deadly habits I pray for the best outcome son, but my dome's already shattered By the shit that's occurred Drivin home tipsy from the club, puffin