they got they Timb's on buttered up, it wasn't right I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright but they ain't never clown me, they see pain
Übersetzung: State Property Soundtrack. (Feat. Freeway, Young Chris, Sparks und Beanie Sigel) - Es ist nicht richtig.
got they Timb's on buttered up, it wasn't right I'm up in there my slim's on button up, it's alright but they ain't never clown me, they see pain up
the right people, they took all the right pills They threw outrageous parties, they paid heavily bills There were lines on the mirror, lines on her face She pretended not
Freeway, Spider Loc, M.O.P., ...) [Loyd Banks:] Aiyo what up? Its ya boy Lloyd Banks Aka Blue Hefner Ya now tuned into Mic Pass You know how it goes
it blown like Al Capone Take it slow nigga, it's for the young niggaz He's the downest G I've ever known As a young nigga He's the kind of G like everybody
know it's really not worth it. (worth it!) To fuck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent, Don't cry we all die! - It's just a matter of time Nigga
my pager - It's one of my boys! Oh yeah, what a life-saver! But then it started goin' off again I hope it's my boy, but nope, it's my girlfirend But
no son. No need to panic. It's actually quite good for you. It slows down the structure of white blood cells And cures the flow. It's called nature's
I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus
for my bunghole And it's cool if you let one go Nobody's gonna know, who'd hear it? Give a little "poot poot", it's OK! [Fart Sound] Oops my cd just skipped
if I could it would all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad Not so bad.. [Eminem as 'Stan'] Dear Slim, you still
't advise it though doc it fucks up my health I hang out with bad people we cause mischief and mayhem People like Shaggy and that E-S-H-A-M I panic over
you gotta take it in Slow motion, in slow motion Gotta take it slow, can't go to fast If I blast for cash, might not see the green grass At last, make it
word, yo, make 'em work for it, young rookie, ya'll need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill gangstas book what they
't pick locks Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath [Verse 2] It's so hard to get a room without a credit card It's so hard not to let em know
with the yellow tape But it was clean how we did it, so FUCK the task Askin questions bout the suspects in the Jason mask I had to do it to a fish my
darkness lookin' in now all your fear's are open I never eat meat that's one thing I'm not promotin' Forget what he say Get off da freeway, my rhyme ain
