I live life day by day, that's my way free from the strife and the games that your kind play don't push me i have a foot to put down then you'll see who
Übersetzung: Deadsoil. Cold Play.
I live life day by day, that's my way free from the strife and the games that your kind play don't push me i have a foot to put down then you'll see
(feat. Kim Morgan, Young Dru) [Kim Morgan] Mmmmhhhh... Playa, playa Ohhh.... [Verse 1: Jay Tee] Bounced about a new pay 5-0-1 still saggin Cup the
a straight cold player Straight cold player I'm just a straight cold player, player Straight cold player Just a straight cold player Straight cold player
woman on earth that can do that, say what? I don't know where you're from or where you been at I... you know wassup And if you don't talk play by the
hearts in the air You gotta love being you Do it like I do Please excuse me if I scared you Hey, just take a minute to prepare you I'm gonna play dress
ask, it goes straight down the throat I'm a hot boy, you know what I expect A hot girl with good sex and good neck I'm a g, I'm a player, I'm a pimp,
gotta know how to play Niggas don't play fair, they be telling the feds All a nigga business where he drive, where he stay at Thats fucked up, thats cold
with em, when I be on the map, that's cold But its cool, cause my mama never raised no fool We was in school, you had a nigga when I played on you I
block You don't know him but he know ya look you bout to get got BOW!!!!!! Laid out in cold blood on the Ave. Here comes the paramedics media and crime
t be no faker, I play wit my nose And out your yay, I'll rape ya But on the downlow, boy I'll playa hate ya Ain't that cold If ya got it hide, on the
home 'For you get bust on....skip Verse 2: (Turk) I'm tryin' to be cool in this game This shits nothin' nice Play wit' niggas 'dese days They'll leave yo' body cold
trill to my last brat I let my nuts hang, I'm bout money and the power Thinkin again 'cause my plan went sour That's cold, man that's cold My plan went
That's how the U.P.T. play it if we got beef, I'm stompin' on dangerous grounds, K in my hand, I ain't bout playin', call me the clean up man, Call me
favorite color's green I smoke lean and piss Louis the XIII [Yayo:] My name is Yayo A crazy nigga he don't play tho I hitcha planters peanut with the
out the "Green Mile" nigga In the street rapper, industry bully It's cold, tees turn to rest-in-peace hoodies (uhh) I gets 'em out, my tricks playin spades
my stay, shop than I'm on my way First class to the A, I got a show later today That's more paper to play, I'm to grown for rookie shit To cold to get