Übersetzung: Lyrics Born. Cold Call.
(feat. Gift of Gab) [Lyrics Born:] Lemme call this fool Gab ["Mary Had a Little Lamb" dial] [ring] [ring] [click] [Gift of Gab:] Hello? [LB:] 'Sup
shine! Everybody wanna sound like Bone though come back in the Bone zone! But you beginnin' with the daddy you don't know. They call me The Granddad ?
a hellish rock n' roll freak You call your metal black? Its just plastic lame and weak We're to old to cold To old and to cold Second to none Like an
I try I was told there's a new love that's born for each one that has died I was told there'd be no one to call on when I feel alone and afraid I was
beach and loves to honky tonk But the place that I call home Is where I never have to feel alone It?s the place where I was raised and I was born And
am I? On high with a pen Blessed manifest rhyme god transcend (Pay attention y'all) You call him God's Son, I call him God sent First the God sent me,
Don't Ricky Ricky Reck It) Yawl Called The Cops And Recorded A Message When I'm Just Tryna Kill A Problem Called Erection Head In The Coupe Call It Sex
come what she was told, she cannot longer resist his call. Oh, midnight and she's all alone among the graves where it's so dark and cold. Oh, she's heard
hold the square If we go there we go gritty And spread fear through this rap city, call the mayor My razor sharp darts be like cold stairs The smell of
Woman armed, Ghost is intelligent Made 30 offa Def Jam I was killin 'em Did cash on One-Sixteen I was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill
considered me family Hold it down Mayne I got you 'til we up there wit' granny 'Cause as soon as I start writing I start going through physical Deeper into my spiritual I'm so fuckin' lyrical MJG the realest the truth the definition Just call
cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold I'm so cold, I'm so cold Mmm, I need that Hot Tottie You can be my Hot Tottie She
I'm locked inside A land called foolish pride Where the man is always right He hates to talk but loves to fight Is that all right? On real cold days
'd like to send peace out to all my homeboys that kept it real And love to all my niggas that have died out here In this bullshit that we call the streets
your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city pimp [ ROUND 1: Shaquel Shabazz ] Gold, girls, cold
smart mouths we call them pretty dumb, Take your baby home, she strip to reggaeton, Make me spend all my money, Now I need a payday loan, Was born in