oho oh oh ... Tu m'as charme sexy lady Tu as laisse dans ma vie Un parfum sucre Sur ta peau doree T'es desormais sur mon point de mire Baby moi dans
Traduzione: Tiffany d'Oro. Equipaggio Of The Year.
and 223's Back then it used to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G When I was seventeen me and my crew went half on a key Now I'm making more in a day and my
ballin, 'til the day I die You can bring your crew but we remain true motherfuckers Still ballin, niggaz wonder why You can bring your crew but we remain
matter where I go, I see the same hoe [Outlawz] Is you sick from the dick, or is it the flu? It ain't about you or your bitch ass crew Every other
just a hoochie looking for some juice. -What's up my nigga? What ya know? A nigga got a little bigger. That's all folks know. Fat gold ropes. Gotta keep
You gotta learn how to shake the snakes, nigga cause the police love to break a nigga send em upstate cause they straight-up hate the niggas So what I do is get a crew
The finest crew ever assembled, to Colchis, their destination A kingdom's fortunes in the branches of a tree But terror springs up from the ground Born
can't stop for no ho mang All they wanna do is hop In the lexus sitting on gold thangs with the cocaine White paint trimmed in gold, stopped in the liquor
for what it's worth Down in the Nineties, 96 to be exact Lips, Disco, Big Ren and the pack Big Tim, Ice Tee and Chuck D and the crew They're all from
, take a while All the hoes that never liked me, wanna fuck me I'll two-way you for some head, you can trust me It must be this tank, or the shiny gold
're like, "Damn! I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force You're talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew fake his
they take time to learn Other cats want burn, they can't be concerned With the time it takes, rhymin takes, so they violate Grab a pen, begin to gather men Form a crew
temps, uh met this bitch that was in Houston, said she was from Houston, said her profession was stackin major paper roll, first at times it seems, gold
school Waitin' for the bell to ring so we can go and shoot pool One day, some up the block niggaz came talking shit Bragin' on they clique, and how many crews
only for position in this thing called rhyme Freestyle, not great, but if you wait for a second I could write some shit down that could get a gold record
it in ya chest [movie sample:] I saw you do that and I'm a fuckin' kill you! [Paradox:] Yo I stay movin' with brutes who got screws loose Your crew'
