Songtexte:
French Kicks When You Heard You

ways to waste some time And when you heard you Troubled with some compliment And you tried not to whine Not to feel already spent And it's true look at you

step Hit you where you rest, two in the chest Die where you slept, probably the best Matter of fact, def we the best Leave you blessed with a rhyme or leave you

you all a little secret..... So you can ........eat it ....you got to grab your crackers {mumbling} [Eminem] Quit spittin your writ shit bitch I'll kill you and kick you

if you crazy results in getting stomped by doc and stu-baby keep ridin paseo for me if you ridin solo tonight just keep on thinkin marco polo for life when you

be where you are For your recognition: You're born to be my sweet thang [verse 1] Hey, boy, listen now When I saw you the first time You really blew my mind You

't you busa rhyme for me, boy? Slim Shady Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me

breather when this shit get critical get you through a long day, whole sale missin you all the player haters, they dont know who to listen to personal, baby im tuckin you

' now you see he fell Uh, uh, now you motherfuckers Know what my name means when you hear it in the streets (Uh) Y'all bitches fear it cause you weak You wanna hear

cry I'd ask why, she'd point to my drunk pops He tried to hit her again but that shit stops I kick him in his throat, you hear his neck break I throw