) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." [Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze)] Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga
) World's Famous. (Firing Squad) Look here." Chorus: Lil' Fame (Billy Danze) Its a (cold world) show nuf Its on, its a (cold world)so bitch nigga dress
Traduzione: MOP. Cold World.
Friends turn foes, niggas turn hoes and no one knows The cons and pros, of how this game goes I was told, the world is cold and I'm getting old And I
I ain't trippin', I'm thinkin' about dippin' in my new girl low-low Homies in the back strapped, chillin' in the four door Crack her brown leg open, now I'm
and try to make somethin all hoes got all eyes on me cause I'm the baller at the bar buying up Don P off T-O-P I tell a girl how it be if you comin with
a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga
a perfect picture Bomb the hoochies with precision my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my fuckin homey Youse a cold ass nigga on
Gonsalez [Hook] Aiyyo we speak now, or forever hold our peace A-O-T-P shook rappers call police [scratching] I'm savage, I'm-I'm savage I write rhymes
playaz, wit nothin but this uncut, (Master P) Down south fake hataz get tossed up. (Eightball) Ain't No Limit to the Suaveness, we bust, world wide wit
Bridge:] T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O-N-E-R-S T-A-K-E-N-O-P-R-I-S-O
watch the double jump. Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's A-E-S-O-P-R-O-C-K, the peak
s a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest, and
s a beautiful thing jumpin' off in the South. Afroman, I'm a part of it. Hattiesburg hip hop, I'm the start of it. I'm the latest. I'm the greatest,
'm hotter than Chinese chilly sauce mixed with musavie I'm sick in the head invisible fleds I'm shooting the stars I'm blacking the whites to blues That right yeah I'm
in roni Top of New York like T.O.N.Y Too many niggaz tried to clone me Truly yours, prince of New York but P.O.N.Y to you homie You know me [Ali Vegas
her loca A little kid throwing up gang signs Standin' on the corner, sellin' nickels and dimes I'm rollin' by, and I'm hittin' my switch And if you talkin' shit, then I'm
