The Nutcracker] Aiyo my life ain't shit, plus my job ain't shit My car ain't shit, and you know bitches ain't shit If you wanna get my dough, you gotta
The Nutcracker} Aiyo my life ain't shit, plus my job ain't shit My car ain't shit, and you know bitches ain't shit If you wanna get my dough, you gotta
Traduzione: Il Gruppo Casa. La vita non è merda.
particular Lovin the tour shot when the fellas get to bumpin hoes City to city in the motels be pumpin those I ain't sweatin that, that ain't lavish
fuckin groupie and just fuck you cuz you're on stage and others of us want to fuck you? Slug: See bands like us don't get groupies Girl: No Slug: Yea
rot That ain't my plot, baby pop My world don't stop (Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop Your world don't stop, stop,
Like The Group Huggy Bear There's A Boy-Girl Revolution Of Wich You Should Be Aware You Can't Dis Me It Ain't Worth It B You Put Yourself Down And You Don't
my muthafuckin money) Bitch where my siccmade 'til I die shit, nobody saw So I was able ta wipe the blood off the hallway walls Ain't got nothin ta live for Can't
man Free earned that shit it ain't a costume And I ain't 'bout to cop a fake joint to give props to 'em You ain't seen nothing crazy on my arm My kids
her, booby's real, high heel dooby feel Plus she got them Gucci nails, uh You a cutie still And this my down ho too, ain't no groupie deal We left the
guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod and my staff, I pray like this I break mics in half, shit realism
that I spit But I ain't never gon' stop, droppin' these joints And ya'll fake ass niggaz, ya'll ain't gettin' no points Don't try to sabotage me, cuz
faster than ceramics And keep it in my crime family Strangers with ice my life ain't nothin but Papers and dice Y'all frontin I used to prophet slowly Niggas ain't
in Ricki's Lake plus I Rush like Limbaugh (hey) I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine You won't be coming back again like Sinbad
my life on the line, nigga [EIHT] I live the life for the black man never pretend One day life starts - one day life ends Open your eyes to realize that you just can't
can handle that shit. If you couldn't handle it, it wouldn't fall on you, man - believe that. Nah'mean? Strap your shit up, pa. Keep it moving. Shit ain't
She was a ghetto little girl who became a young woman Didn't have no kids, didn't plan on one coming And niggaz who wasn't bout shit, she'd run from
