smell Maybe one day I'll get smart and change my ways But for now it's just one of those days It's just one of those days
Traduzione: Will Smith. Just One Of Those Days.
of snakes And those who fake Elimination I'm facing Destruction Outlaw till I duck down [echo] From po po's bustin' No one to trust in Rushing
the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind [Hook: Bizzy Bone] Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One
hustle, and muscle my way in then tussle for days in, on my own with guns blazin Not for the fun of it, just for those who want me to run it Then leave
jay, or even worse a setback on a cold day Those who play I hate, let it be known that I regulate Will steal ya fate after just one rhyme And chick ya
we gonna throw in a rage, Cuttin' people like fades because they know that we paid, We be keepin' they heads hurtin' for those seven days, Or we don't
dig I just heard a song that reminded me of times when you were finding me Rhyming in Greenwich Village circa 1993 Yeah those were the salad days my
those who never heard of Trae, I bet you will in a second I'm bout to take over the game, with a black mask and a Smith-N-Wesson Raw dog, 24's be tipping
me, slightly tightly Mom, your wish came true-I got one just like me My life be so good, so good Ka-chicka-chicka Ka-chicka-chicka-good Things come to those
you realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) [Will Smith] Ha, Big Will is (so fresh
Verse 1: Will Smith Observe the high roller Mic controller Number one hip-hop son call me solar Why? cause I shine Praise the Big Willie I'm Raised
sleeping on the same bench, for nine days Living off of hot water and cheerios Here it goes, my click back gotta roll Nigga mom was thinking throwed A 24 fists apposed to those
like my kind Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo Code murder one, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one
the world of snakes An' those who fake, elimination, I'm facin' Destruction, outlaw till I duck down From po' po's bustin', no one to trust in Rushin
Michael W. Smith and Brent Bourgeois I remember when you took a stand But those days don't last Sweet dreams die fast A stumble when
Yo prince you remember when we first started out How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house Word man I remember those good days well