Testi:
Bad Fox

I do (SA: no you don't) Yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Yes, I do (SA: no you don't) Damn Miles I'm driving in the mach with mad Not unlike a box I am Endore how fox

If you boppin to this beat Then you could be my boo [Verse One:] You be knockin skins out the box And when it comes to street smarts You slyer than a fuckin fox

be scorchin' Spit a little, spit a lot or not In the rain them thangs that go pop Bring me back uo in the drop, roll up the pot Sly like the fox, spin

took all the love that a poor boy could give her And left me to die like the fox on the run. Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.

The talent to ignore the glory of fools the happiest boy in america his bad days are blurred so casual he is as they go by how relaxed on a bomb and

life style,der benz halt,ich steige aus,Du siehst nichts au?er wei?en rauch,ich lauf raus mit der geilsten frau,ich bin kay,der bad boy des jahres lass

I ain't here to get my rhyme on Spend a little time until my time gone Weed and Hennessey got a nigga mind gone yo [Chorus] [Buckshot] Who that little bad

[Kyleon] I need a dime like J-Lo, Vivica Fox Put ice in her life, and some nice invisible rocks Kyleon, the type that never like trashy chicks No strippers

stairs Trying me in economy try'na get me some bread They putting Palin on TV and promise me pretty legs Looking the Fox News try'na show some restrength