Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you always had a smile for me Hey friend you went and OD'ed and left me After a life of abuse I could
Übersetzung: Fünfzehn. Front.
you can do is put it on your fuckin back Call ???? pronunciation might sell ounce that dope I see nothing but cars Eclipse and Camaroes Times are hard to explore I made my own fort Fifteen
pistol my only friend Cause busters try to bring the blues Leavin brains with no clues Spin the ben in black clothes They tryin' ta' take my only life Leave my folks on the front
, packin heat, bringin havoc to the fuckin streets Nobody knows why he took a fo'-fo' and loaded up on the whole front row (BUCK BUCK, BUCK BUCK!!) Try
your rank cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a block that I'm runnin' through And I'm smokin Junior Mafia in front of you With the
Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In front of yah nigga With
And my man Com Sense just stopped and said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin' and use your head!" A-said "Yo stop frontin'
jumped a ferris wheel) Now, the man on the stand he wants my vote, He's a-runnin' for office on the ballot note. He's out there preachin' in front of
got hyped, I was in the corridor, Apple before it got riped. So I aint gotta act like, I'm on top of, or in front of them, If I aint the best dog then
the morning light Louisiana Saturday night My brother Bill and my other brother Jack Belly full of beer and a possum in the sack Fifteen kids in the front
: Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we
Ghost When we speak we give sermons, and switch our names over permits The big shit, you might get burned with God-body fly automobiles with grills Two thousand, fifteen
me Up in this game ever since you was a lame Y'all train at my school, nigga I rule You never make me holla, smokin on a fifteen dollar from across the
: (from "Scream 3" soundtrack) Fifteen minutes to six and fourteen floors to go Thirteen suited strangers makes the crowded elevator slow And I've
now that you're older Hope you didn't lose that innocent laughter Oh, God I hope time didn't take that away All those junior high nights underneath the front
