You're such trash I love the way you look You're such high class tramp It's not the way you touch me when you... You're daddy's dream, you're a peach
her (damn) To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class Back in school, a nigga
villa sur la mer, j'suis a la Barbade Mitraillette, semi-auto a la baraque Passement de jambes, frappe d'encule a la Chamakh Tu votes FN, tu votes a gauche, tu votes a
top niveau [Couplet 3] Quoi de neuf ? Tout est neuf Rolex est neuve, Mercedes coupe neuf Boulogne, Pont de Sevres, ligne 9 Personne a ta table, euh, on a
ecole Passe-moi la beu qu'j'decolle, nouvelle ecole. {x2} MALA: Je change tout, de cours, de classe, j'garde les memes fous, fous autant la merde jusqu'a
: It was Don DeLillo, whiskey, me, And a blinking midnight clock Speakers on a TV stand Just a turntable to watch And the smoke came out our mouths On
class homie no gas mas paper long stack higher than giraffe ass I used to drive space ship so I landed wrong on some ugly shit E.T with a bandana on [? ]
Brown] Hey! Little mama, Ooh, you a stunna Hot... lil figure, Yes, you a winner And I'm so glad to be yours, You're a class all your own And... Ooh,
and tell Kemba that, I'm a dirty dog down to fuck your lady raw, Roll a j and sour d get twisted like a crazy straw, I'm a motherfuckin beast off the
plays back so everyone could look at me from the A to hill up in beverly he's so fly that he knows how to carry me first class when they talk we dont
be a God damn rock star All strung out and beaten down like a stock car I'll agree I'm a bit of a pessimist Mad scientist mixed with a perfectionist I
), no grippin on my balls for charm A Big Mac with no lettuce and sauce Now my collar bone is filled with stars and got stripes down the arm Got Class
good too but I aint supposed to touch i told you before class aint this appetite buts its a fact in life gotta keep a happy wife and i aint perfect, nope, there aint a
Well, Man a run drugs Man a run risk Man all a run out a time and ends Man a run up and down And a run fi dem life And a run down this month rent Nutin
l'etat a detourne Y'a plus d'coeur Y'a que d'la haine dans nos mots Y'a plus d'heure Y'a que d'la haine dans nos momes Et y'a plus d'pleurs Y'a plus rien
le box des accuses et j?aurai meme pu grandir a La d?asse seul au fond de la classe a subir les mots cries des fils a Papa, j?aurai pu avoir 16 piges
a fed up post office worker A murker with a mossberg, I'm pissed off, get murdered Like someone took a ketchup squirter, squirted a frankfurter For a
I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)
