it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up Keep braggin
Übersetzung: Drag On. Drag Shit.
Übersetzung: Drag-On. Drag Shit.
long it's only shorter you got three in I run with niggas on the run from 25 Y'all only heard me for 18 months, already I wanna spray shit up Keep braggin
the days I had to get it how I live But it's better now; I'm on another level now I got cheddar now; I got my shit together now I'm livin swell nigga,
ve not given up And we laugh when you choke We will drag you to the desert So you?re burnt and you?re broke And your wife will draw straws For the next on
niggaz at, where my bitches at?) (Throw yo' guns in the air!) Friends.. (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on) Let's be friends (where
{Wendy Williams} and I pray you choke on the next dick down your throat, for turnin on me [Chorus] [2Pac] I put Jenny Craig on your fat ass, you fat
know nothing no more. There are times when I feel like it's time To hold my nose and shut my mouth (shut your mouth shit-head) Cause people talk so much shit You see it on
flag on so you know I be Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin, Flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know I be flaggin [x2] I got my flag on so you know
'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people a tent siege on ranch, huddled up next to her with Hello Kitty slippers on
ve got it bad But what?s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag. I?ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train If you
phonebook full of names Just forget about Mary She says everything's scary She got locked inside her skin Get near her, she'll drag you in I'd call on
myself, temper temper Webby turn it down a notch, Then the devil on my shoulder says to go walk down the block, Find a shit talker, drag him to the highest
goin' out like a sucka, no way) (Webby) Hah, it's Chris Webby, yeah Asher Roth ain't the only college boy on this rappin' shit And I love college too, shit
don't want no one knowing it Oops I let the cat out the bag, what a drag Don't be mad fam here take a drag I'm a pot smoking pot head, I'm not ashamed
Selaisse I bray tay yo Chorus Verse 5 Drag-on: Watch for sticks and stones Stumbling blocks in piles Life is one big road Miles on top of miles
Shit hoarders and individualists Drag strip officials Tight lipped losers and Lustful fuck salesman My militant dandies All strange orders of monsters Hot on