love all you haters, It's not your fault, you was raised to like the smell of shit Us playas would like to smell the roses. [Chorus (Marilyn Rylander):] Who's over there
I love all you haters It's not your fault. You was raised to like the smell of shit. Us players...We like the smell of roses. (Female singing) Who's over there
Traduzione: South Park Mexican. Chi è Over There (feat. Low-g, Marilyn Rylander).
yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my car here? [Chorus] [Kyjuan] Swervin excursion limited fo 12's Fo amps don't know what my limit is Ive been packin 22's
straight Satisfaction, in the midst of all the interaction I sense tension, here and some nigga over there's givin us his undivided attention Aiyyo Rob yo, is that this nigga (Who
Chillin, fallin back for the week with Money that counts and shorty bop's a freak Toast to the dogs in the war The one's who've been there, through rich
four Checkin out some hanas got a fifty dollar pore Went to the park to hit the juice Crazy homies out there waitin to get loose A rafla pulls up, who
still tote steel {*2X*} I still, ha [Chorus: Ludacris] + (Bun B) I still tote steel, give a fuck how you feel We some southern OG's, Trill Recognize
[Sample:] "Cycles of time; it is ubiquitous it goes all over the place It's ancient, it's one of the most ancient symbols there are And this is an interpretation
, have y?all security wear y?all vests, whatever, whatever, it?s a shakedown, anything can get laid down in the way (New York City) get run over with
your body So walk wit me [Chorus] Don't underestimate the south side Come in actin' like you hard they'll leave your mouth wide And on the east there's
MON! (Yes sir!) [Petey Pablo] HEYYYY baby, you seen who's that came in the do'? Ain't that that Carolina nigga they say that's outta control? I'm off
Going over to susan's house, walking south down baxter Street -nothing hiding behind this picket fence There's a crazy old woman smashing bottles on
relative sues Family fightin and fussin over who wants to invite me to supper All the sudden, I got 90 Slim cousins (Hey it's me!) A half-brother and sister who
let's blast in the dark 36 crooked cops just died in South Park. [Chorus] [Dope-E] Creepin' down the street there wit no caine just the other day there go that nigga who
Billy 2 meet us on the south west Bring a bag of buddha sinse and an xtra vest And 2 fit the (?)VNG 2 get this shit right Cause there`s about 2 be a murder
