joints is finished At the speed we be moving we could never be diminished [Phonte] With my energy replenished write a rhyme with puns and All my similes intended speed
Übersetzung: Little Brother. Speed.
: [Female voice speaking in Spanish] [Verse One: Brother Marquis] I bumped into her at the Coco Cabana Down in Cuban town in little Havana I asked
Bolt the fastest thing running Yeah! Akon! Weezy! Jeezy! Block oil holdin down Jersey Devine making sure we gettin it up front My little brother Boo got
say fuck you now, Let loose the strays and i get em, Bet you'll catch em, forget em, snatch AK's and I lit em, So....Speed em up, dont catch the buck
your mental Chorus: B-Real Kickin it to the brothers on the corners, in the alleys Throw your hands in the air Kickin it to the brothers on the corners
off the stars from his face Funky little boat race Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex Oh brother
: All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha
the stars from his face. Funky little boat race And Television man is crazy saying we're juvenile deliquent wrecks. Oh man I need TV when I got T Rex Oh brother
do dirt? Fool oh please Little locs are harder then the OGz You fall to the ground and beg please Just got served by little niggas on the 10-speed 12
home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a building high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small I saw rain clouds, little
' Then what's all them muscles gonna do? Huh? John Henry? Gonna take a little bit of vinegar out of you." John Henry said,"I feed for little brothers
but I don't care I'm making pot holes when I stomp, so don't stare I stop to stomp competiton, with both fair How dare, little soldier at ease We shake
ride the tip in water I'm a new breed far from a young seed Like a boy scout daily do my good deed The rhyme was speed but like a turtle be movin I'm
tasty tantalizer the bud not the beer 'cause the bud makes me wiser [figaro] so I said come're little man [whatcha want old man] and with his little
When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin' like they're oughta good There lived a little boy who was misled By another little boy
or) baller? Do you really wanna look over your shoulder? Driving in the Lex, the Beamer? All I need is a little bit of weed, Never really given, never need no speed