the morning and at night in your room And all through the afternoon, you will be Listening, mentally rapped up in the cut Some people will sit down and some will
Traduction: Will Smith. Time To Chill.
a rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready, because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
with the Bone, no never go solo Time and time again, think I'm gonna need for smoke 'em So, so, no, no, 'cause I don't think that Biz will ever back
covered boots They wear jumpsuits with glitter and rhinestones And walk away in slow motion.. Keep walkin, you're cruisin.. Cherry Cherry...Sweet Caroline.. Denzel walks... Will Smith
(feat. Will Smith) [Intro: Snoop Dogg] Snoop Dogg, Big Will Ay lil' homey you need to {*"pump ya brakes"*} Real talk, we came to have a good time We
Intro: Snoop Dogg] Snoop Dogg, Big Will Ay lil' homey you need to {*"pump ya brakes"*} Real talk, we came to have a good time We ain't got all that time
[Will Smith] Sun settin in the S-K-Y Must say I've had the best day I'm.. tryin to find a exit, a place to chill Not too hectic, so I can spend some
I had a call from one of them.. [Will abruptly interrupts] Hey Dad listen, check this record out! [Will and Will Sr. laughs as beat begins] [Will Smith
why whatever you want I'ma cop that Im your Rashaad, you my NewNew Im ya Will Smith, you my Jada Pooh And when Im in the studio you come chill wit me
all the time. And you know what's on my mind (x4) Can't help but think about it all the time. And you know what's on my mind (x4) I told them recognize , Smith
Cujo I'm out to get mine, I want mils, God Niggas that feel hard, chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will
.williams, n.glover music: j.saddler, l.smith, g.vaughn - 1987 from the album "ba-dop-boom-bang" Stop sleepin',ya'll,if you know what time
rehearsal, that's prepping me for death I think I'm ready because this world ain't no friend of mine Only thing I qualify for, is murder and Penitentiary time
that girls are nothing but trouble And now I'm taking this time to bust your bubble Your arrogant conceited your stuck on yourself And bragging nearly every time
up Nothing to let up, so I'm on my way I stop and think Who's going to stereo type today I roam the streets so many times That I call it my home I chill
