s a hole no matter which side out you fly Chorus Cup of life Drink it dry Getting old before your time There's nothing new you should try Cup of life
Traduzione: Picture House. Cup Of Life.
Slink Capone don't need 'em I'd rather live like Ebenezer with the house on the hills Let my cup runneth over my shoulders 'til it spills And fold bills, 'cause livin' life
bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life
Can't you see that it's more than a picture More life than the oldest scripture Man I tell you this life may miss ya Play a role and it still may diss
then it turns to night We're the ones you listen to when you roll in your ride Kingspade's in with fives so go get your pipe Kingspade's in the house
the dankiest buds in the country, Well I dismissed all rookies with the keyfast cookies, And I head to redlight just to get a little lookie, Hit the green house
somebody shut him up? I don't know for the life of me Where he comes up with this stuff" They laid his head on a newspaper With a picture of Carmichael
It's 12.30 AM, Christmas Eve I'm out with the gangstas and thieves Celebratin', postin' up with eggnog [head up up] in my cup [Put Rudolph and Moses]
bone Hit it, quit it, then delete your # from my mobile phone Can't you see the tattoo reads one deep So I need only one lil' momma, one cup of codeine
Push the dirt off your jersey, then go for the cup Or the trophy or the ring, champion no matter what 'Cause when you got the belt and the ring People with ya poppin' bottles, takin' pictures
just wanna bone Hit it, quit it, then delete your # from my mobile phone Can't you see the tattoo reads one deep So I need only one lil' momma, one cup
police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner with the work Slinging and banging in front of that liquor store Blowing money because I live life
in they mind are stories Bet he's a mirror image of that 70's era He's finished for the rest of his life, till he fades out The liquor store workers
My Pants Hardly Had A Cut The Ladies Aint Wanna Dance So House Parties Would Suck All My Friends On The Wall Im In The Hall Wit A Cup Nah I Aint Complain
was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life