Traduzione: Front 242. NFL (non per molto).
за три земли холодный берег, упрямых лет бессчетный взвод они зовут меня обратно, на взлет там в белом снеге скрылись рощи, больших домов немая стать
ethnie, sur tout ce qui est physiquement different. Mais l'harbi (arabe) monte au creneau, j'ai le droit de veto, je serai le bourreau, je ferai front
the front in the back Of you oh I love the taste of you Girl you know What I'm talkin' 'bout [Repeat chorus twice] Yeah oh yeah yeah F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
's a job to survive F--k the lies and connives and all them company bribes I'm Family Ties for my seeds I'd die I want the whole f--kin pie save them
on We serve em, like Pac told us to, catch em wet with the tec Hit em in the neck and watch him die like he supposed to Napoleon the front line soldier, front
the Pound Cause {Trick} don't give a f**k, where you coward niggaz now, blast Keep pumpin, ain't worried bout nuttin Busters thought we was frontin,
and get you mopped put the Mobb against a series of haters tied up in a knot wit instigators start speakin' fo playas I got my front porch sewed up the
While they only flag up, once I'm gettin' serious Niggas get delirious, nigga is you serious? These flags ain't bad, you better strap with the back I be the F
up where we left off and get smashed again. I’ll be dammed, just f*cked around and crashed my Benz. Driving around with a smashed front end Lets cash
, I Aint Have Much To Say, Lead Jus Squeeze The Life Out You Like A Boa Constrictor, F*** A Headlock, Im Talking Bout Extortion Ni**A, Apply Pressure, Its Hot Get The F
[50 Cent] G Unit! [50 Cent] A, B [Scarlett] You can't fuck with me [50 Cent] C, D [Scarlett] We from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don
shakin' make you want to hit it Think she double jointed from the way she splitted Got you're head f**ked up from the way she did it She's so much more
coming I need you to snatch this b-tch to here, It's all hood, you hesitate they put our life on pause, It's a commen wealth state baby they make up laws, F
f/ Traci (Master P) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed
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