life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
Traduction: Avec honneur. In A Bottle.
life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo You won't forget
The crib got a lot of soul like black music I'm attached to it In many ways the city raised me and gave me The drama, honor, and bravery The streets
mo bra partner you a ponta grande mutea mocha ask me for a duce ?????? and ocha bring me all my pesos you know my amigo my plug half columbian gucci mans a
a ghost. GRANTAIRE Some wine and say what's going on! MARIUS A ghost you say... a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me One minute there, and
[Verse 1: Nas] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on a wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed, guess
, and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a
teamed her [Chorus] [Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a,
Two more bottles of brew man. [Verse 1: Method Man] Peace to the God, peace dog. Pull out a little liquor, Shame on a nigga, I heard the reapa' done
paper Clef ain't take your paper Clef is just a narrator Think I'm a singer I'ma have you call a operator 911 now you breavin through a respiratior All
doorway) Bottles of the rose Smellin like Dolce and Gabbana (Yuup!) Shawty you the baddest and to meet you is an honor (honor) Lil mama I got a table waiting What you think about a
been acting funny for so long It hurts to think that you think you're above me But it hurts more to admit that I've been wrong Need a bottle and a table
bottles Cock them AK's, bust on KK's With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man Given dead on your shirt like a wristband You a grown man
