now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off
down, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no
slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork off in my bat
Traduzione: Muro, Paul. Back Up Plan.
, but now he's slacked up She's running all over town, I think he's gonna need back up I'll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt There's no cork
stance up Southpaw, drop you you got small digits, your riches is midgets to mine you sip Ballantine, I'm crown Royale sit back laughin' while ya'll plans
beef we're gonna ride at all cost Have you shot in your cars Have you sittin' +Sideways+ like Paul Wall Chopped and Screwed up, cause you niggas do suck
need to be alone, you cannot comfort me like my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck
is the website 8-3-2-5-1-4-4-7-3-0 holla at me What up Brandy, what up G-man Yeah! See the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do
I'm in love with my money [Chamillionaire - Talking] Yeah man, me and Paul just goin' 2 different direction man Know what I'm sayin', he decided to go back
Choclair, Choclair nigga) [Outro] "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "You don't have to worry 'cuz I'm comin'..." "Back to where I should have always stayed..." "Back
on a Journey, I'm burning these haters like eighty-two saunas Steamed up, got the underground scene re-ing up 'Bout to cop a grill from Paul Wall, boss hog cheese it up
meet It's Loso Croft, You can call me Tomb Raider We break in homes, We the livin room raiders Snatch wifey, Come back for groom later Throw in the back
mirror mirror on the wall Like Wirrpanda on the ball Mum comes up with Paul When there?s names like Jimmy Any plan or gimmick Every man will mimic Jimmy Open up
I was at John Paul But when my sugar cane hit the sugar walls that was all The domes for the back, when sweat touched the wall She's the quintessential
lock I'm finna load up them glocks I'm gonna blow up ya spot When ya run ya get popped Loaded strapped up wit gats But you cant kill of a mack You done
Mouse Bobbers on deck, they want a G that's papered up Mayne hold up, I need some mo? mud up in my cup? I got put up on game, the Don laced me up Smoking