I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants So I can point out what I want I was chosen by standard procedures And I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
Traduzione: The Knife. Hangin 'Out.
: I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'
I keep my dick hangin' out of my pants so I can point out what I want I whas chosen by standard procedures and I'll assure you I don't mind I'm the head
did and Run DMC Dirty little fuck, learnin how to aim my P Older niggaz in the hood used to try to dub me Til pops gave me a knife, told me handle my
coast hip-hop Kickbox our way out of trouble, just to bubble Meet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you [J-Ro] Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out
the fabric There's a knife on the floor Persistent beats the heart that stained The dress inside the closet Where her body lay cold Can you let me out
knife and my blood kept her alive Hand in hand we walk the streets at night lookin' for someone to kill No more pubs but a bloody bath hangin' out in
its spillin I'm goin all out, until I fallout; so much of a menace when I finish milkin New York I'll have to fall out On the run, cause I know feds'll
a ass boy It's cash boy, I don't think you could last boy I'm bout to pull some out the hall type shit Some Steven Seagal type shit Some *cgghh* knife
make the news what it is you ask what is this we the reason why the police in business so run up on us with your knife and your pistols we'll plague
s dynamite She knows what to do And she knows what it's all about Now you can whip it, whop it Or hang it on the wall Or throw it out the window She'
t smile no more I found the short cut in life But I'd rather take my time out the door Fuck a knife I'm pullin' texts out for war 'Cause I ain't get that
Yo i dont got bros, dont hang on the streets i dont beat my hos, i only beat my meat. Dont womanize cause you no its true that when you look in thier
by his chair. "There's something funny going on," he said, "I can just feel it in the air." He went to get the hangin' judge, but the hangin' judge was
there's nothing in this pay dirt The ghosts are all I know Now the oil's gone The money's gone And the jobs are gone Still we're hangin' on Down
wid my gang no thang, And the bullets they ring out Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Claire, We strip 'em and beat they brains out, I gotta give
