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Traduzione: Zodiaco. Storie --- fratello Louie.
I looked up and said its time to go. Girl said she was hungry so I tried not to be evil. I said you got a choice, Louie's burgers or Golden Eagle. She
do And make somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme
Ace? (It's me and the Biz) It's me and the Biz [x4] [Biz Markie] Yo Ace, I got an, um, question Excuse me brother, but can you spare a dime? [Master
rock the house in East St. Louis Detroit, it's like Oakland It's a black thing, and I'm a black man To all my brothers in the U.S.A. Too $hort baby
dodge a cover story Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most unlucky, lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in
[Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My mind hovers above
And spit on a boy named Tina in Pasadena We got the swing from New Orleans, Ft Worth and Dallas We toast when we're tippin' up the Challis Tulsa, St. Louis
' Diarrhea I'm shit, every burst disgusting And now I ain't flushin', I look at my coy This ain't just his story, it's his story. They throw the money
Aight cool, I got you Uhh, I define gutter - every time I rhyme I climb up another notch, hip-hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother - my
down and dig me, Jack, there's Big Moe, little biddy Moe, four eyed Moe, No Moe, Look at brother, look at brother, look at brother, eat Moe! ALL: Who
: Heas a Family Guy! Louis: When I was young, the songs were fair, with Mister Johnny Mathis, and Sonny and Cher. Peter: But now we get Justin Timber-homo. Louis
Royce Da 5'9") [Joell Ortiz:] I define gutter, everytime I rhyme I climb up another notch Hip hop got my spine smothered But I'll be fine brother My
tryin to dodge a cover story Look like he stoppin for gas, I'ma pluck 'em, yay This had to be his most, unlucky lucky day Two brothers come out 7/11 in
em on you gon die in ?em *gunshot* Pop in that, in that and that hood Hell I even call a little funkin in the back woods I give props to St Louis, props
an underground hit Movin thangs... a local brother made good I made a name off of making tapes for homies in the hood And now, let me tell a little story
