Übersetzung: Beach Boys \u0026amp; Fat Boys. Es gibt keine andere (Like My Baby).
Übersetzung: Beach Boys \u0026amp; Fat Boys. Es gibt keine andere.
[Chorus x2:] All you can eat! [Verse 1:] [Prince Markie D:] $3.99 for all you can eat? Well, I'm a stuff my face to a funki beat! [Kool Rock Ski:] We
In Jail In jail Unh-unh... Unh-unh... In jail, in jail, without no bail In jail, we're in jail because we failed In jail, in jail, without no bail In
(feat. OneRepublic) Rap Lyrics: back and forth slamming doors tears like rain on my front porch there's always a moment a second you know that its over
(feat. Former Fat Boys) Rap Lyrics: Back and forth slamming doors tears like rain on my front porch there's always a moment a second you know that its
to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we got him
: (feat. T-Pain, Young Jeezy, Ludacris, Busta Rhymes, Big Boi, Lil Wayne, Fat Joe, Birdman and Rick Ross) DJ Khaled We the best Who We nigga We the
at each other To see which one'll swerve first Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds That of a globe on top of nine other planets Kissed
: (feat. Jim Jones) [Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yeah Yeah I cheat and I fuck other bitches Y'all just lame sucker-for-love ass niggaz Su.F.L.A.N! Go ahead
throw the dick in your mouth Straight cock, we in the halls, yo there's other twat In Trife room, where them other hoe bitches flock Wigs got it popping
to damn me It can't be christianity that damages families Oh it is, look how they indoctrinatin' these kids Belief in Santa Claus for adults, thats what it is. Huh, the other
gonna bring ghetto carnival thrills Where's that other little rich little fag Looking for Brandon cause we can't stand him I know my boys make the bass
it big Oh yeah I'm rare, I'm aware that I'm rare I rap and I?m real, I?m one of the few here These other boys lyin', I wonder if y?all care They stories
housed in your covers My simpleness threatened by my own admission And the bags are much too heavy In my insecure condition My pregnant mind is fat full
in rap If I ain't a Lunatic, then what do ya call that If my pockets ain't obese, then what do ya call fat I wasn't born on purpose, I was unpurposely
Ghost Face, Our boys gettin fat now. (It's the Remix) Got the fat stomach im layed up eatin good now, Other girl all stressed out, My girl got the fat
and Jack would smile at them And then they'd smirk at him And kick stones at him The first punch came from The big fat one Then all the other ones He