: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth.. Don't trust them when this sun drought.. cause them boys will take you out [Master
Master P Golds in They Mouth Lyrics [Chorus 2X: Master P] Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Traduzione: Master P. In ori Hanno bocca.
Traduzione: Metallica. Master Of Puppets (Live At The Big Day Out Gold Coast 2004).
't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts(ya heard) (Chorus) x3 (Mac) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth
504 Boyz f/ Mac [Master P] Say Brah, I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they
Master P: our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me? ha ha (hootie hoo) Chorus (2x): where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi) Im
, 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
of guilt your flowers wilt And it's all in the power of what you built You wanna lie in your casket with gold and silk As for I, wrap me in Kinte cloth
charts I arch my horizontal line to make a rainbow .. but it ain't the same though, yo The tried and true pros are chasing fool's gold sliding through
gold sun I fly on flaming steed To steer my father's god wings O please, fulfill my dream My queen is the bright-haired sun Herald young horse master
off the Human Orchestra My structure, could puncture, lyrical monster Find that ass layin' in a dumpster Obi-Wan, he couldn't show me how to master Mindtricks
be light don't be light, a ha) Wild life The grey surprises of our days Singing in caves Fabricating a new abandon We don't see the master's hand We bang on gold
we give em back no question Grandaddy of th mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent is askin about the mind I master
Intro:] WhoRidas. Tha Alkaholiks [X8] [WhoRidas:] Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock With the master key, but the master key be
-throb with chicks The drama shit, y'all niggas hate But I'ma do my thing, to beat fate Ten-room joint, leave your name at the gate Gold brunches at one
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Klaus Schulze) This is a walk into the dark Master of duel, lighting a cigarette Flash in the rain, sign of a walk into the dark
(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Lloyd-Mertens) Long view into the dark Moving your finger You gonna make it for sure into the dark Master of duel, rendezvoyeur