I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my g car, d to be with em you Bm I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my g car, d to be wi' em you Bm I ride my f#m bike, c I drive my
Übersetzung: Cracker. Ich reite mein Fahrrad (Secret Track 88 Dabei Kerosene Hat).
Übersetzung: Cracker. Ich reite mein Fahrrad.
rhymes But I know I could use the exercise, so high, I just wanna rest my eyes I don't know, make a move, to the city or bike riding (What ya goin to
like tennessee (ugh!) I cut ya I cut ya til the white meat And my partner pushin more crack than a bike seat I smoke the best I get my dro from california
to see my mama cry, love to see my babies struggle Love to see my woman juggle nuts 'cause she got to hustle I don't give a fuck how my life go Now I
scare I made it from birth and i got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect i care But i feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my
Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse G BOOM!
when I ride it like I ride a bike I said if you ride a dick, bitch you betta ride it right [Chorus] Everyday I'm Fuckin Him Everyday I'm Fuckin Him Everyday
stay fizzi Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-40-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride till I die With a matchin jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion
stay flizz I got a date at eight, I'm in a seven forty 'fizz I've And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket 'bout to
Riding through the city on my bike all day ?Cause the filth took away my license It doesn't get me down and I feel okay ?Cause the sights that I'm seeing
by a hoe I break a bitch down then I'm off with the dough I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat I ride brand new shit down the street Life is a game of
nobody tell it for me You have well informed me and I am well aware that I don't belong here You've made that perfectly clear I get my ass kicked Damn
The Don's stay flizz-I, got a date at 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-I've And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop
Devil, I'd rather marry Oprah. Yeah, you got it, I'm pro-black, and my skills are so phat, I pay my dues, I don't owe jack. You bite my style, I can
you rhymin I give the atonement like the Indians, I scalp and I wig the opponent (yeah) But I'm a chief, matter fact I'm a BEAST I'm a motherfuckin Slaughterhouse
