one, So now sometimes I pray Please take the space between us And fill it up some way Take the space between us And fill it up some way O my God you
Traduzione: Pungiglione. O mio Dio.
could distort myself to be the perfect man She might prefer me as I am. Oh, She don't want to meet my folks She don't want to hear my jokes She don't want to fix my
pants Didn't know I had my gun in my pants Grabbed my shit, gun on her thigh Looked in the eye, "Pass me my money, so you're trick ass don't die" I ain
sold my bread So ya meet my new friend, Mr. Up-On-The-Ten Then are ready to bust, let me load again And the play gon sting, just like stealth bomber
my chest like Kong King Merciless Meng, point the killa bee sting ring DINGS, right through your head BING Snap the wing off of bats, my battleaxe tongue
Pied Piper, enlightener, holy cipher Watch the God strike like a viper Potential energy pumps the mainstream Warn a nigga, crazy enough to return the dust My
Doing my thing, pocket full of green hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans your girl a Queen, my girl a thing you know what though? I?mma take,
fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Before you fuck up my high Fuck up my high [Alot of
my Brownsville niggaz! {The alcoholics son} What's goin on, son? Peace to all my Putnam Avenue motherfuckers! Bedford-stuy! (Yeah, peace to the valley goat..) Peace to my
to say the same line, but what it doesn't matter Cause I'm still Murs and you're still bitter and This is my verse and I'm talking to my listeners [Slug
spermicide for a nasty bitch Make sure your girl's syphillis clean before I slide my tongue up in her Don't you darrrrrre ruin my dinner! My ventriloquism
I'm the only black god, motherfucker! And I came to rock the spot When I throw at football pass at a bitch she miss Ain't trying to be funny gonna use my
, G-H to O-S-T Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet This is murder, you can get it, if my fam don't eat And, we slam niggaz, like we
ba, ba ba ba You pussy niggas feelin to make me kill one a ya'll [Chorus:] Aint a damn thing changed, I still keep that thang Right up under my shirt
this beat out the bag Grew the flower, killed the weed Blew the powder, grew my power with the will of my speech My oxygen and weed smoke, toxins are filling my
