Testi:
D Out Satellite Tv

half acre She'd move on And make another way of her own And now she feels She's gained the wheel But never control And so she fades out Like a missing satellite

TV, there's no place I'd rather be than here with my TV They say I watch too much TV, they're right, I haven't the might, or will to shut off my TV 'Cause

the hood up your jeep Hustle for OT to OC Out of the country on British Airlines 3 ki's plus a baby monkey, Firm Soprano Tinted out Suburban, cable TV, satellite

what he'd got And when I popped in me jaw it hit the floor He had so much stuff it made me one to vomit It looked like he'd gone and ram raided Comet

s by the jazz men I don't tote guns I tote funds While you still puzzled how my antidote runs Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it Still wack if it came out

't goin no were bitch your dead I'd rather cut that neck in half I'd rather choke out that bitch ass I'd rather chop and never stop Because you fucked

own half-acre She'd move on and make another way of her own And now she feels she's gained the wheel but never control And so she fades out like a missing satellite

's wish So I hopped into town for a satellite dish I tied it to the top of my japanese car I came home and I pointed it out into the stars A message came

'm in a Bently Niggaz mad they got Guess glasses, I'm wearin Fently in S-Classes Jumpin out, nigga the King Fuck ya'll nigga I'm jumpin out Limosuine