my neck Make up, chewing gum and hair spray I know tomorrow's gonna taste like this Wrap the world up in a suitcase And there's a million wanna shake my fist
Übersetzung: Love Spit Love. Little Fist.
niggas Check this out Y'all fonna come up off those motherfucking thangs 'Cause I ain't fonna be up in sweating for nothing Ya little punk square nigga I'm quick to spit
love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo!!) I love to
in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't ment to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'm tired
motherfuckers know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little
we give up the plate extra innings swing for the fence you think too little your world dance wit mud puddles my shit Evian, I love trouble start wisperin
poppin you ? Godzilla And the gloc'll pop if you mix up my scrilla Listen to me when I say that Imma get it I know you really loving the way a nigga spit
losers Ridiculous how you spit at Misses is sick wickedness His in this, this again, his twisted, this is specific Dismiss a trick if he slip, no need for the fist
fly (Rock City) [Verse 3 - Royce da 5'9 w/ (Pharrell)] Yo you would love for me and you to switch places won't cha (Uh) You love hatin' don't cha, hate
m bout to make double the do' All the girls loving him thoed, they loving the flow Open the do' they come in and go, oh they loving us so Maybe cause
know we carry mo' heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit, then it won't be a little hit Go
the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee I'm tired
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone You can really help a busta if it ain't meant to be Wit a little oohwee, wit a little oohwee I'
I laid her on her back (hold up man, don't say that) nah, let me spit the facts y'all know I love my son, but she only care about if he got some air force
lyin' and things I don't wanna fight for the bitch Joe It's all about the game and who can spit the most I'm never too faded to hustle Ball up my fists
start from a fist fight, you know where it end right Niggas talkin' that roach shit, gettin' they ratchet Tryin' to lead the only thing you love out
