I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my g car, d to be with em you Bm I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my g car, d to be wi' em you Bm I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my
Traduzione: Cracker. I Ride My Bike (Secret Track 88 In Kerosene Hat).
Traduzione: Cracker. I Ride My Bike.
the ass. I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL, Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my future
the ass. I didn't really care if I passed or failed, I knew I was headed for the NFL, Until the playoff game, shoulder got hurt. I thought about my
my daddy super Dave, let's race it Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ [Chorus: TQ] In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy
so I gave her a peck She said "I'm really in a hurry so I cannot wait If you give me a life while we ride to the ?bait?" She jumped on my bike, I said
I'm livin for the funk like I was Lord Finesse Last night I screamed till I lost my voice I guess Had a few things left to get up off of my chest Like I
rhymes But I know I could use the exercise, so high, I just wanna rest my eyes I don't know, make a move, to the city or bike riding (What ya goin to
smell in Bet you know now, when I rap fast I might as well slooooww down I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like Whooaaa now How many
I move at night, plus I'm the type to play a live nigga close I'm the ultimate, high consulted, rhyme vocalist I write dope, spit dust and shit cocoa
block and hot wanna the Bacardi wit rocks I aint never drive a bike but I ride on the back Rob wit a gat, shit I still ride wit my craps If you wanna
my Air Max 95s Told Banks when i met him imma ride And if I gotta die rather homicide I ain't have 50 Cent when my Grandmomma died Now i'm goin back
like tennessee (ugh!) I cut ya I cut ya til the white meat And my partner pushin more crack than a bike seat I smoke the best I get my dro from california
peed the bed I'm the reason you bleed I'm squeezin' fly lead, right through ya fuckin' head Always somethin' said Spread love to my wolves, shed blood
Love to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I
a movie just chilled and relaxed I found a body I sure as hell could use a body I'm lonely, I could use a homie Ever since I got out stress has been
I ma blast to keep the smell in Bet you know now, when I rap fast I might as well slooooww down I mean I love when I spin Porsche to hold my horse like
