an die Cadylack,Motorraader oder Benz fahrn,bin der Boss,King im Block,mit Ballermannern,Butterfly-Fick die Cops,mache wieder Welle mit dem Bandana,denn
bitte Euch echt, hort auf sonst wird mir noch schlecht, heutzutage braucht ein HipHop Act ein bisschen mehr Text. Genau! Chorus: Wir sind Eins A; eine der geilsten Bands
I'm certified whatchu think about that? Cause' half these cats nowadays can't even rap Baby I be certified, this is just a fact, freestyle, written, whatever
la punk Le rap d'antan ou y'avait meme pas d'theme Crois-moi ca a changer va ecouter tandem Vendredi soir y'avait disiz et atk Ce soir c'est freestyle
the Band, listen to the big band, to the bang-bang, to the bang-bang, blow horn Hey listen to the band - listen to the band (rep 6 times) The sound
massa e sciem io vogli o megl co flo che tengo o sang te cose n'terr fess n'fose comm o'frate lucariell lor sfil e freestyle e o regime militare lor
chi sei ragazzo? sei un equilibrista perche mi stai sul cazzo mcz,volete le punchlines,le facevo ancora prima di saper che si chiamassero cosi freestyle
months, what you tried to do for years Cause I'm playin in the game, you hatin in the stands Got dropped in the second round of Makin of the Band I bagged
you call from the mall and you want meet ya I gotta listen to the preacher first (Chorus) Tuesday night is rehearsal Wednesday Bible study Thursday I?m meeting with the band
: Okay Doubletime Freestyle, ich geh mit Waffen durchs Streetlife silberne Kette uber dem Gucci-Sweater Motherfucker kuck ich bunker stets in meinen
ton entrejambe attire Amour de loufiat, on vivra en eaux troubles toi et moi Mais ce soir faut que ca brille, Faut qu'on enquille, j'veux faire du freestyle
java Strolling up the totem poll, what's my only problem Scrolling through my Rolodex, who show up my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I
certain rap behavior Lighter Shade returns the favor, I'm giving props to All DJ's that play the ol funk ya know how We play and as the MC let the freestyle
I'm a cut ya balls off and hand 'em to ya partnaz It's WEEZY BABY the man of the hour Uptown candidate Holly Grove stand up I'm superfly I still ice my whole band
been slammed with some bad luck Soon I'm gonna bring you doom with the buck, buck And now you duck duck goose, I'm lettin' loose With the thirty odd freestyle
Snuff you with my right then I'll deck you with my other hand And you might get a little hit but I'll bounce back just like a rubber band Blaaaaw, all
battle again? I'll turn, you and your mans, to my yesterday plans Oh damn, totin two pistols like Yosemite Sam Old man be grand, loud as the Southern band
Yo, yeah, uhhhh Yo whattup? Yo, it's the lyrical lexicon The matador of metaphor Mista Keith Murray Chillin with my nigga Funk Flex Word up Got the Squadron
