guy who killed all those kids" We got off to a pretty good start Oh, boy, look what we've won Love, American Style Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy Love, American Style
Traduzione: Far. Love, American Style.
Some cats grow by the laws of the wild Some learn slower and lag in the mud Some stand up in defense of a style Some let the big dogs eat them up At
As I commence to convince, yo, I'm kind of tense Cause niggas still wanna buck wild and profile They're fronting hard but ain't go no style Steadily teaching
we call it? Mortars I drive forward Sandstorms make my eyes water Skull is a submarine hull Dolphin phones screen calls from places as far away as A.G
the sufferin' Was it done by a prophet? - it must of been Who was it then? +Rip the Jacker+ Hot but cold blooded, many utter the name but very few love
for my family before the poison feeding commence but if I should exhaust God's patience on ?some? better take my place nigga tell 'em it's the love that got me this far
, is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got thrown out the car and ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like pussy, my low cut
real hard and levitate just like I'm GOD, And I'm livin' lovely, I'm in the clouds no one above me, With the gift to differentiate snakes from those that love
black bone here's to ya As long as I'm around believe me none could ever do ya You warm, considerate, and far from a softie And that's why I love ya,
PR, check it out On the Fakin Jax remix For the nine-six, InI with the flavor Lyrically gifted with the rhyme, in due time, will conquer Many rap styles
I'm murdering this nigga. Merciless with scriptures Burning his ligaments, and serve him with your verses Nigga, kill him My hunger pains got my insides eatin themselves But I love
[Verse 1: KRS-One] I'm bringing back the style that others have pushed to the rear Now you see me, now you don't, now I'm everywhere Maybe you can see
rose ain't got no love for a brotha? We the same folk, same boat, same heritage The slave ships with the P.R. just like America Now just because you light
rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo and guess what america we love
[Styles P:] Somethin 'bout you, I don't know, HA HA~! Yeah... [Rashad (Styles P):] Heyyyy-yayyyyy You're the one (yeah) You're the one, yeahhhh (that
' My Squad's hard and far from Puritans Robbin' and killin' men like we proud to be Americans We got drug dealers and bug niggas, who love killin' Slugs
absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown out the car And ran over, by the Method Man jeep Divine can't define my style is so deep like