Testi:
D B S Sing

don't show me cause i want, i want you to sing for me, talk to me, sit by me, all i wanna know is why it took you so long, i realize it's much too late

re in a band then she'll call you daddy i think you understand mommy's little princess if they could see you now their precious little girl you know she's going down she thinks she's

So to the ladies on the b.s. tip Sing along, fellas: you're just a groupie-ass bitch [Richie Rich] Haha, that's it Let them hoes know D-Loc, peep this

I'll never lose See I can tell by your shoes if you attracted to Benz's with 22's Say I confuse you play little tricks with your head Catchin' feelin's

life Blessed are the peace thought makers The freight burners the paint hoffers The old school jungle green users The stop cap rockers, the S-P trunk haters Beat's

start the craze Accepted Eclectic the phrase that pays Old Eddy Hayes it's time to blaze One of L.A.'s that's born and raised Now that we've got ourselves

Whoo, hands up 4 love, y'all Go, girl! All the flowers that U planted, baby, in the backyard All died when U went away I know that living with me, baby, b-b-b

dis time little holme [Group:] Kick it D kick it D kick it Pump it D pump it D pump it Swing it D swing it D swing it [GA:] I swing my beats .. at the

you wanna do right now punk trick Im all about the dollar bill See im the one that puts you down Everybody?s hiding now It?s the d u b to the capital