: Che vos Rolling Stones, te ganaste tu cajon Che vos Rolling Stones, te ganaste tu cajon Tu cuerpo se esta? pudriendo las larvas te esta?n comiendo
higher and higher and higher, higher and higher. E. S. P. I communicate with you, tell me what it means to feel, what am I supposed to do. E. S. P
: [Intro: Inspectah Deck] To all those C.R.E.E.P.S. out there Crime Regulators Eating Everday Pulling Stings C.R.E.E.P.S...., they be out there lurking
who da hell can rap better than me Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin, Early mornin' stoned pimpin
: Greetings, earthlings. Take me to your leader(Ooh Shit!) Chorus: repeat 2X D.E.E.P. you want to go D.E.E.P., I'll take ya D.E.E.P. You know you fucked
na your hand work hey. I say, e no easy hey. Oh oh, oh oh? To dey sing and dey dance and the people dey rejoice hey. My brother, my sister no be today. If e
: step out-a-line. it doesn't take a genius to know he's being fooled another bovine. there's one born every minute well, it's just not our fault i
: If i ever go away....... if i ever go..if i ever go... if i ever go... if i ever go away.... (Tech) I want everybody that loves me to be... (chorus
We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We stay fly, no lie and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
I said count the days Don't hold your breath Chikitee check 2012 The perpetrator never knew Never properly represent the struggle The boy in the bubble
A yo Puff check this out I'm tired of fuckin' dictating on these mutherfuckers lets take it to the next millennium on these niggas you got to keep bubblin
tierra Yo soy el campeon, don Conteri, tu corazon [Hurricane G]: (Puffy): One, one, one, one (Numero uno del publico) One, one, one, one (Yeah P
If i ever go away....... If i ever go..if i ever go... if i ever go... If i ever go away.... I want everybody that loves me to be... [Chorus] Ridin'
Bird gang Club Banger Tryin' to holla at you shorty One focus, one focus only Tryin' to hit that thang, let's go We make hits in the studio nightly We
Cold sweats from bad dreams I hope the Feds don't grab the team 'Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut
streets - the place where I pack my heat, I'm Detroit from my head to my feet. Fuck with me, I'll leave you six feet deep R.I.P. TommyGunn he was a funny
high. Be a crooner, not a groaner, never kick, Here's a spelling lesson that will do the trick: You gotta S-M-I-L-E to be H-A double P-Y, Keep it in
