Of Champions Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With The Ottawa Senators Champions Baby Lets Go Go Sens Go [x8] Go Sens Go
Übersetzung: Bauch. Go Go Sens.
Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With The Ottawa Senators Champions Baby Lets Go Go Sens Go [x8] Go Sens Go Is What You
smell two kinds of hallways You can touch and twist And turn two kinds of doorknobs You can either go to the church of your choice Or you can go to Brooklyn
buy you But see me I wanna Fuck for Free like Akinyele Now I gotta let her take this ride, make you feel it inside your belly, if it's tight get the K
focused Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go 'head
by little My entire body begins to stink of a rotten egg scent To an extent of not being able to sense. Because of the little desire to go to America
'd watch for me?' My only friend, who could it be? It's hard to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me When your belly's empty And the hunger
above your hood so i can dead you too You living in the belly of the beast that I fed you to I know it's cold go to the light they calling for you Be
green I'll be a doctor, regular American dream I'll go to college, obtain some knowledge and a degree I'll go to Stanford, CSUS, or maybe UCB Could go
prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go
we'd name her Emily. She's beautiful. Beautiful. Yes sir, head's erased, brain's a bowl of jelly. Hasn't hurt his sense of taste, judging from his belly
ain't had insurance in years But I'll turn the wheels, the music fuck up your ears Snatch some mo twenty-sixes, give you mo shit to go whisper I have '
do this, stay focused Yeah, I feel it, uh-huh Yeah.. yeah, yo, yo [Killah Priest] The mouth and tongue of Malcolm Tellin' my publicist, fuck this government Go
' moves on my celly 'Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths
go through every day of his life Hard times to live in, wake up in the morning Thank God The type of shit a young black man Gotta go through every day
