calling my name Only I can hear their plea Serve as handles for the night Skin like silk becomes slippery Let's make the best of a great situation Like
Traduzione: Feeling Left Out. Vuoi qualcosa da bere?.
' gon make you know somethin' So the next time instead of just talking You could show something And most hoes is like casinos Pistol blow somethin'
a shit ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... [Aceyalone] nigga who's you? niggas you's crazy nigga you have things to do yourself and I couldn't help you out by slapping your weed out
washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. "Has your luck run out?" she laughed at him, "Well, I guess you must have known it would someday
leg if he leak my shit You don't wanna sign him bitch then eat my shit Drink my piss, you could never compete like this I'ma give you an example how deep
man, yea You ever be in the club man, you get in a fight And people that you don't even know jump in? [Verse 1:] You feel like you wanna hit something
feat. Tonedeff) [Verse One: Velocity] Can you feel speed coming? The beats humming, you need something to keep your knees buckling Keep frontin, you'
first, you know? Like I know . . . FZ: Beat him while you're talking. Phyllis: You know like . . . I tell you something. I hope it's not getting your
you know I bring heat like June and July Spit like August I'm the truth I'm not lying I'm the reason why Jay feel comfortable retiring I gotta laugh cuz
washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. Has your luck run out? she laughed at him, Well, I guess you must Have known it would someday.
you start to handle life you?ll be on the same level [Refrain] Crooked I When I was five this what my father said I should have pulled you out and left
Crooked I - Verse 4:] When I was five this what my father said I should have pulled you out and left you on your momma?s waterbed you asked me, my poppa
[Chorus] [Verse 4: Crooked I] When I was 5 this what my father said, I shoulda pulled you out and Left you on ya mama's waterbed, you ask me my Pap
t smart, you'd say that I would break your heart The problem wasn't me, it was you with all your jealousy But you would settle me, you brought out the
quick spread out and play the layout Still on alert, me and the skirt, day in and day out [G. Luciano] Yo what's the matter mami, you scared or something
You never see the Mac's assassination You motherfuckers. And that's how it is in 99. It's just World War against these motherfucking cops. Feel it. It's like