En teil stresse d'Belle wie Gaston Bis Lucky, ich d'Brueder Dalton Wil wann's mi biist dann mit Lumiere an Antwort Und e heissi Hand druuf Sogar d'Wanduhr, ganz cool
strapped Picture me partying, playing games without my gat [Verse 2: Young Buck] They say the club is a death trap (why) cause niggas be beefin And they be thinkin its cool
county jail Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail And for miles around You could hear the sirens wail There's a rumor goin' round death
not my hands to the gun I thought I was down, let me tell you what I was [Hook:] I was young, I was dumb, I was just too cool I was loud and obnoxious
as hell!" "Jolly good fun." "You'll die dancin'!" "Dark, gliding shapes that glide every long inch ... " "Buy 'em or die a thousand deaths!" [Chorus:]
cool to shoot a nigga but they hate it when we pop the cops That's when they gettin petrol You better watch your step or you'll be left on death row But
a nigga, smoke a blunt Or is a jury starts (break that shit) I gives a fuck nigga stuck outta luck when I bust pull me to my death but i'm a G to tha
can ball, at thug's mansion [Chorus: J. Phoenix + (Nas)] Every corner, every city There's a place where life's a little easy Little Hennessy, laid back and cool
real it's how I feel, reflect my thoughts, flowin on these reels Make my enemies deal with my steel, they caps peeled We still cool but you played yourself
rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how it will be some other shit People telling me to cool out
wanna roll with my homies a ticken timebomb can't nobody fade me packin' a 380 and fiendin' for my mercedes suckers scatter but it don't matter i'm a cool
me a crew, bought'em jewels, and a uzi but all good things don't last task came fast, and busted my black ass coolen in tha pen, where tha goods kept
?? fathom too nigga welcome to the jungle, New York New York Gangstas who signed ?? actually let their guns talk I'm cool with some bloods, I'm cool with some crippes I'm cool
men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause
dick, Dey said I sniff coke n co-cohay shit Man I don't get high Dey said I slept with tracy edmonds dat was uh cool lie, And da steroids musta made
: Turned the TV on and I got pissed. Robots in the ring, getting cut to death. A human hobby destroyin' my kind. I'll flip you over and draw the line
the colours of autumn. Nightly frost that made flowers withered is silent messenger of whole life's doom. Melancholy mood within nature. I feel cool
damn thing left, Shwaty gonna love me to death! Bridge: [Akon:] My Shwaty gonna love me No matter what we go through! We gonna always be cool, No matter