Annnd, the lights are blinkin I'm thinkin It's all over when I go out drinkin Ohh, makin my mind slow That's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh Bro
m a criminal, But, yo I ain't all of that, Hit'cha with the baseball bat, An' ya wanna ill though, Wanna mess around , You get fucked on the hill bro,
can I get a woooo Gimme that fat bag of weed and the broom So I can get faded, elevated, smoked the joint down with my bro's and I ate it I stand true
the top when only heaven's right above it We onnnn, cause we onnnnnnnn [Drake] Who else really tryin to fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley G bro
cannon balled, but maybe I'll walk away oh, but may be I'll away [Chorus: x2] Cannon baaaalllllll (iI'll be a cannon ball) Cannon baaaalllll Yeah, alright Like my big bro
around that time, my stocking's goin' UP Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get? The bigger the wedge, between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
shit...that why street light up when we write stuff It's time to be the champions at this...it's D-12 1-2 True crew...Slim Shady and Big proof Knockin
proud There?s a nine on my cloud I?m as pleased - As I ever been bro, mans flash like Jose Mourinho Women crave me like bottles of Pinot Now I?ve got big
better pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics (You betta) Pay Big Momma for usin' his lyrics Pay Big Momma for usin' his
Off Ma Niiiine And All Ma Niggers And Ma Bitches If You Fuck Wit Da Dips Get Reay To Riiide Now All Ma G's In N.Y Carry Big 4'5 Chicago L.A Prefer Dem
nothing but a cracka now it's Judgement Day, and Allah'll never play "freedom got an AK," them Guerilla say Bobby Seale said, "please make it rough, bro
nuts! So I dedicate this one to the groupie And the Charlie, all on my Snoopy Brothers keep askin, "Ice Cube yo when will you bust" They surround me and make a big
t shout Flinch an inch I'm gonna take you out Grand Larcenist,soloist,felonist,vocalist Crime's my rhyme,but here's a new twist I ain't here for your gold,bro
gruppo di infermi e spregiudicati mr. jappy jap,mente da rap lo sai che c'e? viaggio su di un beat piu grosso di un big mac abbiamo la fotta,cosa? la
's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice A smokin bro, who pump Willie
I make 400 thou' just off Koch Watch, me get off yachts, or shift on stop You lil' hooligans can never fill the big bro slot Big ol' glock, stashed up in that big
titanium alloy So if you come up with ploys to destroy my passion I'mma tell you now you are better off passin' Stop writin' checks that your ass can't cash in, bro
be a lame I'm cooler than that I feel I love the fame then I hate it back thinking, now what I should be twitterin? Why'd big bro take all the hot bitches