Lets fucking go! do you remember the days on my portch? we grew up as kids. little you. we found a scene. joined a crew. you turned your back no longer
Cant take back! what i said to you. cant take back. yeah! hahaha. do this one for me baby. almonds signify the start. do what you while im over
(Good Clean Fun Cover) Peaceful protest doesnt get the job done. so i wake up on the rally grab my soy milk and my gun. breakfest with the family. get
Aahhhh you say i changed. i could never change how i feel about this. now i know the true meaning of friends. i cant believe this got in the way.
Sob Ataques Profanos manchamos com sangue o branco veu de Maria !! Sob Ataques Profanos derramamos o imaculado sangue de Cristo !! Assim como seu
I woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes. Don't ask me why it's just the nature of my groove. I larged down the boulevard, came under attack.
Intro:] ... to you super listeners How you doin' tonight All you fly guys and fly girls Welcome once again to the world famous Mister Magic Rap Attack
match that he got he gots his beats From this nigga named Toan One day Mike said to Toan "Lets hook up a demo man That shit could be on" Or thats what
The world is mine, all mine Sorry (sorry) We're so sorry (sorry) We're so sorry that you're not in the plans Sorry, yeah What is yours is yours and yours is under attack
around a yo-yo, plus smoke ya And make ya catch a seisure Now this shit ain't I'm from the milk on Magnesia You caught a heart attack, ya name is Mike
With a black super sport next to a 5 hundred benz Ends out the anus making 'em famous Racketeerin now I'm flippin while I'm tipping and taking trips 'cross the border Under
wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking My flow
t kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be with real crips, real bloods, real clappers fuck rappin', these niggas'll push ya grill backwards fasta than Iraqi's when Bush attacked
kill rappers, guns kill rappers And I be wit real crips, real bloods, real clappers Fuck rappin, these nigga's will push ya grill backwards Faster than Iraqis when Bush attacking
rock around a yo-yo, plus smoke ya And make ya catch a seisure Now this shit ain't I'm from the milk on Magnesia You caught a heart attack, ya name is
