're a freak I guess you know .. .. you're belong in a side-show. The shape of your head, length of your neck, on the whole you're a fucking wreck. Freak
a freak, I guess you know You belong in a side show The shape of your head, length of your neck On the whole, you're a fucking wreck Freak of nature, freak
Traduzione: GBH. Mostro.
(feat. Devin the Dude, Chamillionaire, & Trae) [H.A.W.K.:] Baby girl, I think it's time For me to unwind, and change your last name to mine Let's go
Swisha House [B.G.] And this B.Gizzle - the heart of the streetz [Paul Wall] it go down knah'im'talkin bout, bangin screw [B.G.] H-Town, N.O. connection
-H-A-N-G-E Reaction like a reflex And if ya gonna... Just gimme a minute And everything will turn out lovely (lovely) And everything will turn out lovely [Raz-B
(mixed and scratched sample) P-H-I-L-L-Y, North, West, Southwest South side P-H-I-L-L-Y, Give it to them bitches and niggas who stay fly [Verse 1 -
Right [ G ] Bank Ain't Light [ B ] Doing My Dance While I'm Drunk In The Hype [ G ] I'm At The Flight Froze [ B ] I'm Sporting Platinum [ G ] We Rose
Not Juvenile, but Kyle stick to the G-code My shit is fo' hundred degrees, damn he thoed I speak heat, like my pen got gonerhea My sheet's my freak, so
my wife beater, "Boy Shorts", laid back, comfortable. H-2-O, not RFL; flow so incredible. Candy sweet - edible! - Fo' G, digital! Tell me what you need
wanna freak me? All you gotta do is Tweet meee! (Tweet meeeeee!) But don't you trick me, baby treat meee! [Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah, well this is dedicated
, we got the shit you can't funk wit (Why?!) Because we so funkdafied (Why?!) We make you move from side to side Well, it's da G H da E T T O, nigga Brat
my homey Freak-Man sinks into so much pussy we should call him Quik-sand (Last hoe was done by the true motherfuckers from the P-E-N-T-H-O-U-S-E) Players
at ya bitch, I got a bitch with a bubble Fuck boo, fifth tucked under the snorkle Gon' ride when the beast up on you H.K., B.K., when she pop up on you
the change, change Muh'fuckers so quick to blame All the beef fly like planes, make it sayin the same Look what +Ca$h Money+ did to B.G., Juvenile and
I'm connected in the streets I'm bout to rap his ass, like a freak in cap capris I promise this the last time, I'm rapping bout it G Ain't no mo' back
to, For those who Know of me, this is erotic poetry. Now I'm the K-I-S-S-I-N-G-B-A-N-D-I-T, E-S-H-A-M, is on the,M-I-C, Now I make the kinda poetry
