, at last just you and me Our island universe A world unto its own Forgetting all the worst of times They're gone, you know we are as one To make a life
just you and me. Our island universe; A world unto its own. Forgetting all the worst of times, They're gone, You know we are as one To make a life of
Traduzione: Lotta. In un mondo di mia invenzione.
3: E-40] My mama hip! My mama ain't no sap My mama listen to Al Green and she listen to rap When I was funkin' with my own hood drama She had jumped in
Glad sacks and optimos Fist fight to gun play, sawed-offs to a.k.'s Spitting flows at talent shows, as the H-A-W-K Riding on the Metros, pushing a six
on again So I'm a buffet my body, make it my slave man Crucify my flesh daily 'til I see my grave man So I'm a fight, and your games I won't play them
to the club to make the people feel the heat Make an honest living and I'm proud about it Making sure that all my mistakes I dont repeat Like I mind my own
break My part time mutha I gotta live with a part time A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time
by my lonely so I married my nina. I keeps her wherever I go, I love my ho. Never leave home with out my sugar. I'm hafta plug a nigga. Mama told me not
eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw and five-o, get your lights on, fight long tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own
I went In my heart, I felt alone out here on my own I close my eyes and picture home On my block [Chorus] Maybe life is but a dream Hard times
a day Ha heh [Chorus x2] I can't fall down on my knees (on my knees) And apologise to you (to you) Coz that aint my style (That aint my style
a swirl Creating the 8th wonder of the world It's my turn, so I think I'll flow till I can make a mountain out of a molehill The King will let off his
save ya tough talk I'm a southpaw and my style is unorthodox I leave you coward niggaz tremblin Bend then I stomp a mud hole in ya ass with my Timbalands
find out you tried to put a stop to my sales Put a hole through ya head like the top of a whale If a nigga get knocked I can post my own bail A million
some more Most Wanted on the mic yes I might go off Make it bounce, make it twerk, now shake it like a dog Now shake it for your boy let me see dat work you making my
I really miss my daddy Daddy, Daddy I really miss my daddy Daddy, Daddy I really miss my daddy Daddy, Daddy I really miss my daddy. [Eightball: talking
