I'm a football, baby Rollin' round the field I've been passed and fumbled Till I don't know what I feel Everybody's the same They're all footballs too
: BIITO + JYASUTO MIITO = wakatte tatte HAMATTE toriko ni Nomikomi HIITO APPU saseru hizumu RIZUMU NEW STYLE SOUND HANERU RIZUMU kanari muchuu
beat go on forever, they say we?re made to live as one Let this need to fear each other not be passed on to my son Let your beat go on forever, let your
yea im da man Now brush yo shoulders off make dat money let em hate Why you all in V.I.P. dem otha broads here 2 wait I c u came 2 party ? We beat da
Il fiume racconta leggende mentre veloce va al mare, le narrano piano le onde e i pioppi le stanno a ascoltare. Non tutti le posson sentire, bisogna
Don't kick my ass Don't beat my ass Don't beat my ass with a baseball bat, Hey! Don't kick my ass Don't beat my ass Don't beat my ass with a baseball
mir. Ich versprech dir so schnell willst du hier nicht mehr weg. Du musst nur den Beat spur?n. Der Rest kommt von allein. Einfach nur den Beat spur?
Endz Hus-Hustlaz Stackin' Endz [Hook x2] G's and baller, ballers and g's Real playas crawl low, and keep they rides on three's [Redd] Ballers and g'
treated like dirt After all that hard work [Kid Capri] Clap your hands to the beat, C'mon, just clap your hands to the beat Freak it now [LL Cool J]
with various ad-libs] [Bridge] You know just how I like it to see it (You know just how I like to see it) You know just how I like beat it, you already
Money, Money, money, money... [human beat box begins] SUCcESS... [Gilligan's Island theme] SUCCESS [imitating Mr. Howell/Jim Backus] "Hey Gilligan, my
our bass raw, straight up and not false This is the kind you dance to, and not on 8-Ball Plenty of bass, the beat, and the rhyme That my homeboy Mr. Mixx
It was cool? and at you?, what the fuck is gone do? Barbecue and boo-hoo Ride or die, get money all at the same time Split the pie with the homie, ball
, That We Can Roll In Peace And In My Mind's Eye I See This Place, The Players Go In Fast I Got A Spot For Us All, So We Can Ball, At Thug's Mansion [
makin money but you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted, And never fronted and I doubt if I do Cause if I do, Then I get beat up by my fuckin crew
a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat the state where ya never find a dance floor empty. And