Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day, I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna
Yeh, ohh! Check me out, look It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?) And last album, they don
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Play the lamentable sonata Scribes put your pens down... For such a feast, only the God of Scribes can write And I shall lick the red ink, of the vision
Come along I'm driving Going anywhere Tell me anything If it sounds like a crash When you're telling me Wait until we're each In season From a sign I
Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day, I was chillin' With scott and the minute that we got in front of our Crib with a shotgun. cause jokers gonna
Listen to instructions carefully While bumpin' this album in your jeeps Aaliyah's got a ninety's swing So be careful with The volume please Yeah Hmm
Traduzione: Fugees. Red Intro.
Traduzione: Red Wine. Intro.
: Yo, this fucker I was wit the other day, I was chillin' with Scott and the minute that we got in front of our crib with a shotgun. Cause jokers gonna
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