All right, huh! I work hard every day Come rain or shine Don't need nobody To tell about a girl of mine She's got so much love She saved it all for me
Traduzione: Mr. Bet, il signor Dreggsagg. 12 Again.
Traduzione: 12 Stones. L'Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove.
over, I took it over You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life Mr. Flamboyant [Verse 2:] Mr
When I go out in the sun pretty ladies come up Well I like it They're like nuns You know restriction is half the fun I bumped into Mr. Frost He says
an murderise any an all many will fall. [Verse 5: Bart] It's juss an O.G. call made from the B when I step up, I bet ya Mr. Sick is gonna get to creep
Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal... Mystikal ...And im from the 12th, i run
A Bine Up, Cause It Copper Coin Up (BUSHKOSH) Mi Spit Lot A Rhyme Up, Cuss Bad Word Roun The Stage Bare Cop A Line Up. Dem Seh Mr Proper Way, Mr Proper
mind Doing it legal going crazy, trying to deal with 5.25 Minimum wage ain't the solution, shit I don't even apply So it ain't no use for Mr. Ro, to
chill til they run out of crown Royal, Blue Jack right at the door Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here? [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Swervin excursion limited fo 12
khaki shorts, K-swiss College Boy, in the winter rock courdordary [Kyjuan] Interior so cocaine white I get popped from fiends Three Fosgate 12's never pull up quiet like Mr
U to the LI Izzy S to the H to the A to the double Gizzy, Y rude bwoys get busy [Verse 1] Ragga muffin give you love and affection Mr Lover will be your
Non mi ricordo neanche quando, forse a 12 anni Ho preso il primo spray e ho iniziato a fare i danni; spinto solamente da una forza misteriosa, non sapevo
won't go go go I'd rather be at home with ray I ain't got seventy days Cause there's nothing There's nothing you can teach me That I can't learn from Mr
no ti sporco lo stivale/se no si mette male * -Fatti in la X11 -E fatti in la X11 Ehi mr. gilet di pelle * X2 Ehi mr. gilet di pelle -Fatti in la, fatti
Clue:] Ha haaaaa... [echoes] [Method Man:] Now... now... now... unnhhh... Professional two shit... WHAT! Staten Island up in this mad-a-fulka... Mr.
When I'm Drunk) {X4} (And I'm Pretty Fuckin' Drunk) Here She Comes, A Funky Fried Cutie Mr. Jimmy Pop Ali Is Gonna Get Some Booty Cause I'm Mr. Mcfeelie