Wish that I could see you one more time But I know that God holds your life Your battle is finally won and he said well done My faithful servent well done
Traduzione: Passione. Ben fatto.
and they sticking out What you talking bout, what about them boys on Rap-A-Lot Love to talk about the hoes that I fuck, and I smash and I pass At the
your brother And introducing to you on the two turntables: The Treach DJ Mr. Mixx (Word) [VERSE 1: Brother Marquis] We get the red carpet treatment cause we're well
pussy!! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] Serve me out your best dick-sucker Much money as I'ma spend in this motherfucker? You holler "No cash, no ass!" Well then bitch, I pass
know I'm tryin' to fuck Alright fool, get yo' clown on, you better check yo'girl fo' I take the bitch home And do a couple things she never done before
wrote this shit Though we go back like wild knights at Latin Quarters Niggaz tried to kill me, and I fed they wife and they daughters Blazed the weed, draped they seeds, gave 'em cash Pass
funk on Go on, give you ya milk-bone; the ding-dong So mangy kitty-cat, get back, get back, get back, get back, uhh 'Cause I'm servin' well-done ground
but a nigga will clap them thangs [Hook x4] [] Yeah.. Aiyyo, I'm bout to getchu niggaz open (open) Me and my bitch drunk as hell, steady smokin (smokin) Pass
myself in the loses of... [Verse 1:] What you so scared to be alone for? When it's all 1 from the start till when it's all done Yellow sign use caution
on novel objections, And white local papers with only corrections, There's grease on the collars and ties, And a life conceived to die, And I could pass
for the first lesson of today is arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous well
they mouths when they were biting There was nothing more exciting then to serve and perform On Crenshaw and Exposition God was born He said please pass
and come to you? and the king answered: In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren You have done it unto me) (Yeah!) [
he go? Me I be loungin' between the ice Sippin' Don P with a dime piece right! Whisperin' in my ear about menage a trois Us and her partners, El Passe
love crazy so he wouldn't feel so alone Billie my mind seems to wander To events of a night long ago Driving alone with our guilt well concealed In the
get over you Sometimes I feel that my only friend is a whisky glass You know it don't stop the time but it helps it pass That old sun coming in my room, well
have to work harder Know our routines like the back of our hands We need to drill them all So that the job gets done We need to run these cheers So we