worry no more I said there's my brother, wit Allah Best place he could be If I could get my miracle on Listen to me, I would bring my brother back
Traduction: Styles. Mon frère.
up my brother, G G don't forget, to bring the house keys Hops in the eight, five-oh now here we go Please please, brother don't slam my car do' It costs
sadness and forget all your weakness Come to sing along Ya gonna feel so strong Ya gonna feel better (Chorus) Smokin' sinsemilla with my brother and my
til the game lock You know I gotta rep for my hood and my block Stackin' up my bread, make me stand a little taller Collectin' my winnings without punching
s] The Jokes On You Niggas See The Figures Don't Add Up To The Claims You Sam Kinnison You Just Screaming Names My Brother My Partner For Real Like The
funny Got a pocket fulla that, do the damn thang money, heeyy Do the damn thang, do the damn thang [Verse 2-Young Jeezy] My phone is tapped and so is my
Usher] I'm the kinda brother Who been doin it my way, gettin my bread for years - in my career And every lover (y'all) In and out my life, I hid love
the twenty inch startin' stops That have 'em not knowin' Whether they stayin' or goin' They stare at the Airs and be sayin' it glowin' And they like my style
[Z-Ro] Houston Texas is my city, Ridgemont 4 is my block I put my trust in no man, only my motherfucking glock Cause she ain't never let me down, before
on light my fire and Together we'll grow forever watch my eight kay rig go Daddy G Because my eight kay rig goes boom boom My eight kay rig goes boom
-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes Make money with my partners as I murder my foes In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper Its G.I.B. and I'm my brother
my feelings within [Chorus Repeat] [Verse 2-Chingy] We human so we gunna fight and fuss at each other, he told me you trippin? but girl don?t worry bout my brother
thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words `Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He said
thru my words You got to show some respect Don't you walk thru my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet Well he looked down at my silver chain He
[Juvenile voice:] I love my music, my nasty music, it makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live
my sport I'd rather lamp up my cirb and flip to rob a port I sip my v-dozen on the street, bump my beats When I'm twistin' my dub, can't nobody compete
my private dancer! I got some money if that's the answer![3x] [Verse 1: Brother Marquis] Sittin' here wonderin' who can I phone? My bitch done left
