of practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them
I'm out of practicea?¦and you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your Queen of Hearts All I want is to show you how your nothing Like all of them
practice And you smell like roses. I'm the mortal soldier Your queen of hearts All that I want is to show you how you you're nothing like all of them
Traduzione: Say Anything. Tutti magone.
went from, nothin to somethin now they all wanna see me fall And the player haters hate to see a thug nigga ball And they say we hate the East coast,
each and all for the sci-fi mat more religious superstitious Politicious and all the listeners with us this shit be cold as Christmas So put your head to the sky say
drugs to me Nigga, need a fix leave it up to me All Money Is Legal Roca y'all know how we do First class, all stretch out Or, S-Class all sexed out Got
The blaster the Cash Money clique'll shoot em up And me all we had to do was boot em up He got the buck now who the fuck want it? I can't see it happen
buck A nigga influence, so i choke off dope all day Quit cho' thirst when the rest of em' ain't got nothin' to say More southern fried than fatback
smell like anything goes Dirty nails are what I hate most But the gold fingernails are high post I like pretty hair but I also know Girls look fly in Kangols I must say
players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell Shake the game up worse than Single
players like I'm Bob Knight, choke the coaches like I'm Spreewell They bowin to the 'Sayers till they knees swell I shake the game up worse than Single
Choked in the shallow water, a bad executive decision Release the crack and please put down your skin flutes How could ya... motherfuckers think ya... To this mercenary sunblock 2000 burner All
slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, Bitch Jew Ja Jaw Jaw Da Dun Jew Ja You just made me mess up, Bitch Bleeb Blab Blah Blah
and she'll exchange a suck for a lick Broke nigga - give bartenders a buck for a tip Take a sip and give it back say, "spruce it up a tidbit" [Spin 4
joke, I use to let the mic smoke Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke When i'm gone no one gets on cuz I won't let Nobody press up and mess up
test me man? I'll choke you till you turn bluer then a Pepsi can, dam I'm somethin' like a quotable king How you wanna battle? You ain't said a notable thing Bring tricks up
Verse 3: 50 Cent] Shootout shots richochet Doc say that nigga dead When your times up your times up this is real shit I'm a ball 'Till my number called Say
