me to I'm tired of looking out the windows of the airplane I am tired of traveling, I want to be somewhere It's not even worth talking About those people
Traduction: Talking Heads. The Big Country.
her job and now she works with six figures Cause I'm a self-made nappy-headed rich nigga Private planes help me travel in peace To four cities in one day and four countries
God unless no fear Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack
my smile, she like the way I talk She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
Shorty Too My Nigga And Yeah We Headed Up Town Nigga Blow After Pound My Niggaz Puttin It Down Nigga And Yeah Ridin Big Is My Crown Nigga Holdin My Rounds
Shakur [Eminem] You a, "Black Jesus," heart attack seizures Too many cheeseburgers McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country
down the way, you know--around the way Dade Country, 305, rep the whole M-I-A A.K.'s and Chevrolets, nappy braids and heads shaved Look here, shit real
non cagarmi il cazzo. Stumuk: A non cacarmil catzo. Massimo: 'Cause I have a big bunch of minchia! Stumuk: A big bunch of minchia! Phyllis: It's great
down So many O's I made the bank teller pass out [Gucci Mane:] My trap house floors lookin like a Magic City Monday But ain't no singles, it's just big head
I dont know who to trust no more let it go itll take me to war thats those voices in my head its got me over seeing red see i dont wanna cross the line
(wheelin?) in some Dickies and some sandals Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood The old folks always sayin that we ain't no good Talkin
Too My Nigga And Yeah We Headed Up Town Nigga Blow After Pound My Niggaz Puttin It Down Nigga And Yeah Ridin Big Is My Crown Nigga Holdin My Rounds Nigga
do it I'm a little bit country, I'm a little bit rock and roll I done stoled yo soul Big letters all big and bold Old Dirty Bastard, across the globe
s the O.G., (who?) R to the O-B B to the A-S-E, reppin N.Y.C. I toured the country, since I dropped my first CD (what?) "It Takes Two", remember me? If
talk, I think yo future boss Batter Up Naw cough, and let you know Caprice Classic on these hoes Ver big shows tell her best be on they toes 5 country
tint But why the radio so loud? Too much spent Never be a Bush man, too Bill Clint' Both country boys, and if the head right, E.I. Head for my residency