all before Teach an old dog the same old trick Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow Willow thundering Tide underside my pillow
Übersetzung: Kings X. Kissen.
thoughts seem dark Pistol on my side you don't wanna hear that thing talk Let the king talk check the price and pay attention Lil Wayne that's what they
, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like Malcolm
Eminem] There they go packing stadiums as Shady spits his flow, nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic whoa, we can make them look like boso?s, he?s
a velvet bed My sheets feel like sandpaper, and my pillow feels like lead But as sure as Atlantis sank into the sea I'm sinking like a stone babe, that's how it's
as last [Chorus] There they go packing stadiums As Shady spits his flow Nuts they go, macadamia they go so balistic whoa We can make them look like boso's He's
you're probably hookin up with that girl That's been, two-wayin you all week. her baby daddy's out Of town so uhh, you can fuck around. it's okay to check
t stop Take it to the floor back up and then drop Effervescent.. time times of the essence Make em undress in less then 3 seconds So whore's keep steppin whore's
I ball, chemo Drop the mixtape that shit sounded like a album Who'da thought a country wide tour'd be the outcome Labels want my name beside the X like
telling every girl she the one for me And I ain't even planning to call I want this shit forever, mayne Okay, hello, it's da Martian, space jam Jordan's
the one for me And I ain't even plannin' to call I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man Okay, hello it's da martian, space jam Jordan's I
window See a large cliff of thugs, some crips and some bloods Neantha's, latin kings, broken homes and shattered dreams They gather in teams around jacob's
somethin to say? Spill it out It's that priest shit I've waited for this Month august, year '70, endin of my mom's pregnancy Beginnin of masada's legacy
's middle of December Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet Make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet It's the motherfuckin' crack king
Your Face In The Pillow, The Pillow, Pillow. Make All The Noise You Wanna Make In The Pillowww, The Pillow. You Aint Gotta Scream, You Can Talk To The Pillow, The Pillow
Chorus 2X She got some micros, she got a weave wrap She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax Now let me pull ya hair( pull ya hair) 3X Verse 1: Shortie
the crowd I'm seeing mothaf**ka's bread I hear their b***hes sayin' ask MC Ren Makin' fools sway when I roll to King Tet's Because I started cussin' all