: [Verse 1: Aggro] By now you should know who I am and if you don't then real talks you're just not doing this fam. It's Aggro I got swagger man who
: Appeler au secours n'est pas mon genre,ca va sans dire, J'ai jamais bosse'la chaussee m'a vu grandir, J'ai toujours ose pose mes trippes sur la musique
: 1er couplet Appeler au s'cours n'est pas mon genre ca va sans dire, j'ai jamais bosse, la chaussee m'a vu grandir, j'ai toujours ose poser mes tripes
: Un peu d'oseille change de theme pour la plupart Moi j'suis toujours le meme 500,000 albums plus tard J'me pose toujours impeccable, mon son arrive
: Hook 2x: Glaub, ich bin Karell Gott, Harald Junke Korn-Multi, Halleluja! Kampfsaufen! Gorbatschow! Echte Trinker schutten bis der Morgen kommt! Part
: [Hook: Chris Brown] Hands up in the air I just want the I just want the baddest bitch in the world Right here on my lap And I'm a hit this drink up
: Whats really the deally wit these silly muhfuckas Buncha fake ass Milli Vanilli muhfuckas Yet still these muhfuckas say the feel these muhfuckas But
: (feat. Paul Cain, Joe Budden) Uh, I'm a motherfuckin' ghetto superstar nigga Uh, you ain't know? Look at me you see me Street Family [Fabolous:]
: Yeah, It's Chris Webby 203 where you at? Yeah, it's like that DJbooth.net (scratch that) exclusive Let's get it poppin' (scratch that) 'Cause every
: ( L . Imprudente - A . Riccardi ? G . D?Aniello) Prodotto da: ?O Red Basso: Mario ?4MX? Formisano Luche : Queste puttane a poco alla volta me lo cacciano
: It's what you all been waiting for ain't it You weakly entertainin For me to get a hold of this beat Go ahead claim it I'mma bout to paint a picture
: I'm really the heir to the fortune of a million Heir talkin money with me's really unfair At the border like I swear I have nothin to declare I am
: Free Weezy Free Weezy Free Weezy Free Weezy I think the girls need him Man I just think the World needs him. F-ck the NYPD Don't believe what they
: Man, fuck it I was on though And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at the strip club Fuck it I was wrong though Shout out to all my niggas living
: Why do I feel so alone Like everybody passing through the studio Is in character as if we acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for
: [Intro:] [Talking/ad-libing: Drake] It's Young Money Baby I got something for these niggas to ride to Fa'sho Here I go [Verse 1:] Let me do me, you
: Are u listenin is anybody listenin Walk into a room and u can smell the Clive Christianson Alot of niggaz is threatened by my positioning Thrilling
: Yeah, yeah, I get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) They keep on sayin' the