up my balls [Chorus:] From dem a par inna chi chi man car Blaze di fire mek we bun dem! (Bun dem!) From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar Blaze di
my balls Chorus: From dem a par inna chi chi man car Blaze di fire mek we bun dem!!!! (Bun dem!!!!) From dem a drink inna chi chi man bar Blaze
Traduzione: TOK. Chi Chi Man.
My man Storm and his home' West Stone. [Storm] You can't fuck with Storm, six niggas in the truck with Storm You want to jack him, but you won't got
Don't be afraid just the things some do Unbelievable, but still the illest things come true Felt ya city chest, did yo' best to be a C.O. Summertime,
concrete like WHOA! Fill his bitch ass, head to feet like WHOA! Your man ain't WHOA! The judge ain't WHOA! C.O.'s ain't WHOA! P.O.'s ain't WHOA! Play
a man to respect Disrespect your man Put my hand round his neck It's no other than Gudda Gudda man Still bout my money Nigga, F**k another man I'm on
parlare dei tuoi,con tua madre k non si e mai fatta i cazzi suoi,sempre in mezzo tra noi... Stare a letto t'annoi,andare in centro t'annoi TIPA!! t'ho
Betty Shabazz, then done surfaced the crafts Up in the dynasty, take CREAM, supreme faculty My lyrics bleed, so dance with me, Lord G-O-D V-S-O-P, over night Chi
go hard, no fair, this yo' year And y'all ain't never been through the struggle, man And y'all don't know my trouble, man [Mac Mustard:] Cru got me
the orgie's at eight But y'all niggaz don't shine so you couldn't relate [Chorus] Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down (You couldn't relate) Relax yourself
79th and May One of my best friends from back in the day Down the street form Calumet a school full of stones He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave
than the orgie's at eight But y'all niggaz don't shine so you couldn't relate [Chorus] Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down (You couldn't relate) Relax
they know it, when it comes to love I don't lie [we don't lie man] and the girls respect me for it [you gotta respect that] Ain't gonna say my nose can't
to die for all of rap's beliefs They love real hip-hop, real tracks and MC's And can't stand cats that like to rap for cheese It ain't all about the gat
a key Now I'm a couple ounce, on the come up hustle me Yeah, and hip hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day [Verse 2: Rob Base] ("Hit
cost) What do I look like spendin my yay But man hunny better pay me paper man Man I'm a honey mackin Hillside hustler man The Hillside didn't raise no buster man
Lunatics til the day I die I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics Chorus [Nelly] Who say pretty boys can't be wild niggaz? Loud niggaz, O.K. Corral
