(feat. K-rab) [Chorus:] Get like me. Who you know stay G'd like me. Who you know smoke weed like me. Who you know is fly as me. Get like me. Who you
Übersetzung: PJ Harvey. Sticks And Stones.
(feat. K-rab) [Chorus:] Get like me. Who you know stay G'd like me. Who you know smoke weed like me. Who you know is fly as me. Get like me. Who
: Mr Mr Mr do you hear me Mr Wankerman I get so tired Of your shit yes I do Mr Wankerman You got no respect no no You're selfish yes you are, yes you
Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake
how we do it on our block And you don't want what you can't stop Smash M- dot -O dot -P Dot Stockon fuck get the stone out your ass [Chorus: Tony Yayo
: Che vos Rolling Stones, te ganaste tu cajon Che vos Rolling Stones, te ganaste tu cajon Tu cuerpo se esta? pudriendo las larvas te esta?n comiendo
heart for war, and I ain't never left the City Hos be like "Fitty, you so witty" On the dick like they heard I ghostwrite for P.Diddy You got fat while
betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P
the flames burnin' higher I took the self-destruction desire P-A-I-N MR. PAIN Takes you like a hot summer rain I'm seein' snakes And feelin' stone dead
: ALESSIO: rimm pkke staij kiagnen Ma k te succise? Parln cu mme Si e p kell nun a ra rett Si nun e guaglion ka po fa p te Tu si nu buonu guaglion P
dial 1-888-cut-something I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach To each his own, I'm a stone
can dial 1-888-CUT-SOMETHING I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach To each his own, I'm a stone
savor it And while the niggas try to down it I like to save my shit See, brew's a must to me, so put your trust in me Yeah, I'm a stone-cold alcoholic
my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain
tout seul au monde J'ai la tete qui eclate J'voudrais seulement dormir M'etendre sur l'asphalte Et me laisser mourir Stone Le monde est stone Je cherche
my niggas from the hood to the beaches I'm living good gripping wood with all the features Jesus my money straight no creases P P P Peep this We got bottles