life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
Traduzione: Con Onore. In A Bottle.
walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. Who's that walking with a whole in his head? Big bad Bazooka Tooth, I came to break bread. What's a
down kits to slip past the guard. Def with a mascot of radical mass. Megaphone fuzz and a woofer on fritz. We are not trained to divert the crash. But march face first with a
with me But they never wanna go outta town with me Flip about four or five pounds with me Get a motel sleep on the ground with me But when I get back
get naked as buck Do jumping jacks with a glass of orange juice and double stacks With syrup, syrup lots of syrup And slurp... my words, Words worth, work with
a toast to the moon and drink, Here's to honor here's to living the dream, We're still young and we can go all night Take a minute to get a grip I'm
Better than New Jack guy in the {? } Brothers with handshakes, cousin with the llama Son of a good man, still walk with armor, ya honor [Chorus: Buckshot
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
I'm on stage, I write a book, flip a page Write a chapter, and leave a hell of a phrase Now, before I go, you know that I'm a pro, yo You won't forget
I need me some mo bruh Potna u a punta Grande muche mocha Ask me for a duce Fronted u an ocha Bring me all my pesos U kno my amigo My plug half columbian GUCCI MANE's a
and I'm drop and a spit and I shine eyeyeyey Nigga whatcu really wanna do Even though that I come and take what's mine Everytime I come I hit u with a
it The crib got a lot of soul like black music I'm attached to it In many ways the city raised me and gave me The drama, honor, and bravery The streets
some mo bra partner you a ponta grande mutea mocha ask me for a duce ?????? and ocha bring me all my pesos you know my amigo my plug half columbian gucci mans a
stays after ass I have ta have sumthin with a bounce Like a track from Dre at Aftermath. Somebody said let's slide to Ringside, It's poppin a 2-Tone Inside with
