effect for '92 Yo Showbiz, let's take 'em uptown Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying? I'm gonna do this Set it off troop
't gonna live forever. We gotta stop that dreamin', We gotta pick up that gun. I said we're troops of tomorrow, We got a new vision. We're troops of
Day and night You're on my mind And every waking moment I try to figure out A pathway back to you Break me down in little pieces Show me all the things
I've imagined faces of many lovers To ease the pain of having no one In my life.. And i'm tired of being undercover... It's time to Navigate my feelings
We wild out when we hit the club... yeah we winnin' You know I'm bout to catch a Dub... yeah we winnin' My heart pumps Tiger Blood... yeah we winnin'
hardest Jump shot stupid, yeah it's retarded You can't guard me in the paint I'm an artist See I hustle on the floor call me Rick Ross See the Troop
m trying to... crib And a diamond... Girls used to think That it's not a... to get with us Used to talk down Now they're all looking up ... game shitting of Troop
History is all a mystery, Fiction's all we ever have, You worship Nico, You spit on Yoko, Here's another thing that you don't know We are nothing more
longue et surtout trop civique J'agis de facon cynique et sarcastique est l'ennui Refrain Il y a trop de jours de pluie Trop de jours ou j'ai pas sourit Trop
all my troopers in the front represent (yeah!) And all my troopers in the back represent (represent) And all my troopers on the left represent (yeah!) Hey yo, my troopers
Too young to smoke Too young to drink Too young to do most, anything. Too young to laugh Too young to cry Too young to live and too, Too young to die
Too many names, too many numbers Too many names, too many numbers I am what I am You?re not what you have I?m not my ID card I?m not my phone number
(Mais les jours sont trop longs) Uhuh... (trop longs) (ouais, st hill) (Nos jours sont trop longs) Def Bond: Un an apres rien a change M'an, les jours
(From "Ruby & The Rockits") You thought I was sweet, Thought I was good. Said all the lines they thought I should, When did I change. Why'd I die, make
Tuesday night - 7:30 I hear a voice on the telephone Doin' fine - then it hits me The voice that I am hearing means you're not alone I thought it
Pulling up in my truck with a cady pant Peanut butter leather, all wood grain Chrome bars in the back <a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi
All today, it seemed that things were quieter In the tell tale silence Look through the pane of the window Everything's the same But it feels so different
I'm a flirt and the boyz b yellin bad chixk alert in the function da boyz all takin off der shirt me n my girls u noe we stay lukin fly I'm ready for
