Hanging with my friends every Saturday night. Throwing stuff at bums, a few looking to fight. I love my friends, sing it with me till the end. Oh
Übersetzung: Jones, Casey. Cgi 2k3.
em It don't matter I go on any kind of mission for 'em 'Cause i'm real (Chorus)2x Verse 3: Oh, best beleive i come and get you if i want you Get
of my niggas Everybody I pay got the finger on the trigger I just busted B on his 200 g's He called DC and order 20 more keys I got K-C and Sam running
fuck, HOE! (A fuck is a fuck, NIGGA!Yo, Marquis, kick that shit!) [Verse 2:Brother Marquis] F-U-C-K-I-N-G, (Yeah!) I'm fuckin' you and you're suckin
and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggaz copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love woman Cause every
back, let's try to get with it I froze that, I trippin over a hun that show that, lil mama I'm real, I'm staring at you cause you workin em heels, and
: Hanging with my friends every Saturday night. Throwing stuff at bums. A few looking to fight. I love my friends. Sing it with me till the end. Oh my
day) I started with my crew, now I sit alone and play (play) I'm crazy, I'm lonely, I feel I barely know me I'm through with it, one more loonie, am I
In sag nur wolang es geht, baby dann fahren wir da hin, oh yeah Ich bin einfach im Game VIP [...] Meister der Zeremonie Rest in Peace 2Pac und B I G
people came by the house lookin for me I'm innocent of anything they say I done Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again But I will be back
enemy enemies, enemy, when will I see? enemies, enemy R.I.P. [Verse Two:] Where you gonna run when God wanna do ya? J. Edgar Hoover, I wish I woulda
Cause the L-I-L M-A-L-I-K can't be beat And A-B-C, ha, is easy as 1-2-3, yeah As soon as the Lord on the beat, I couldn't even speak Just wrote all night
un corpo contundente gente si sente potente alla luce di un sole morente,vedro il loro cadavere scendere nel torrente RITx2 strofa 2:jonny k g(inoki) jonny-k-g
a couple of bucks I stay in touch with you homey I get money I get 20 to K I got 20 strip although I'm 20 today I get cake from buds and haze I'm making
I ain't feelin that Lexus or that CLK See me like damn "A C L K?" Yeah that's how we eatin and, keep us looking peace and then I ain't kno we rap as
my mind I know just what I'm thinkin if I don't want you inside Yeah, inside my men-tal, I know you meant well I'm +Out Of Time+ and out of +Training
hop man ain't no 401K I got my MPC I'll see you one day [Verse 2: Rob Base] ("Hit it!") I'm still here, still flippin flows Still rippin shows, Rob Base