Übersetzung: Nice D. Glory.
d find Glory "Courage, spirit, and honor" .. on the path to find Glory "Courage, spirit, and honor" .. break it down [scratch:] "here's an example of courage and strength" [D-Nice
with those four big heads I love Velveeta slapped on Wonder Bread I love a commie... if'n he's good and dead, yup I love America I love Old Glory and
long bids I guess you could say I was saved by hip hop Young, recitin "+Fuck The Police+, I got my lip popped Who'd thought I'd rise from the bottom and
care Like when the cupboard is empty or there's no food in the Frigidaire I'm a page from the end of the story No closer to my hope and glory Just a kick
she cut her hair! I like that, its kinda PHAT I don't know if I could do it. But it looks sharp, it looks nice on her She got a nice shaped head She
worldly possessions The crown upon you in all its glory Not sure that you know Any more, what you feel right now To look back when you dreamed That you'd
And though the player still pretends In mausoleums, on painted walls The tale of those who'd have it all The slave of glory's lost demands To always leave
act like Big Remember when Big told y'all Get Money Remember when Big said play them niggas like dummies Check it If I could separate all the game from the glory I'd
, this is a passion, been an All-Star, been a Champion, free throw line, u hear em chantin, MVP!, MVP!, Kobe Bryant aka Envy Me, any D smash and D, whoever
my saddle, with his head hung low Out on the Glory Road So all you downtown ladies, won't you [Dress sense] down Got some gold in my saddle bags I'd
40, I ain't even sorry If you with your kids then I put your brain on your shorty I ain't open that damn block for the fame and the glory I was hoping
blow'n money fast boss in jordans countn' money chick finer than wylona so i let her count it fo me she gotta nice bubble wen she rockin' roc'n jeans
I gotta do, doing what we wanna do Off into my walked dawn missions, why? 'Cos the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by Only nice in the days
the power G Rap bustin' the gats slangin' last by every hour No doubt, I be the crime story of all ghetto territories Soldiers at war be blowin' up niggaz like glory
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with those four big heads I love Velveeta slapped on Wonder Bread I love a commie if'n he's good and dead, yup (I love America) I love Old Glory and
mile to who? Come on guys, chill I'd be happy to die for a taste of what Angel had Someone to live for, unafraid to say I love you All your words are nice
