Mac talking: Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch So you know it's all about that world war 3 nigga You feel me nigga haha My nigga
Übersetzung: Mac. Paradise.
(feat. Popeye, Sam) [Mac talking:] Yeah I got these motherfucking Warlocks in this biatch So you know its all about that World War 3 Nigga You feel
je rediges et je racontes le Texas et son style de vie Tous les jours en claquettes, casquettes, short et whity La limonade que je sirotte a un gout d'paradis
mad people just applied for apartments and got 'em used to be rules to this game of hustlers and dealers from Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn
your pimp cup so lets get it up you wanna stick it i wanna stick it we wanna stick it stick it to the pimp say goodbye mac drink up say goodbye mac
even with help from NASA I'm what they call, a living legend, sha-POW That's what they call, a Mac-11, sha-POW There's two on the way down, BLAOW BLAOW
I'm ballin' I'm ballin' [Verse 1] Hmm, I love this game coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back, banging
it on the chin. The top is a [?], so it's hard to see what I'm eatin'. Going on retreats and rolling sweets while I'm tweetin'. Paradise for a weekend
Oh yeah I'm back on that shit And I say right about now New York City. They say is life and death, there's no future fronting. I see a mac and a tec
the head and I'm ballin', I'm ballin' I love this game 'coz this game love me back I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac Bringing me back,
of tecs to unload My perils bring paradise West side till I die, uh Pocket full of ice No vice squads Ho's still Walks the boulevards Pimp scenes, mac
People, wasting away in paradise Going backward, once in a while Moving ahead, falling behind What do you believe, what do you believe? What do you believe
And fire up my Mac In real life the only time I?ve ever even been to L.A. Is when I got the chance with the marching band To play tuba in the Rose Parade
goin to sleep on a pile of dough liquers, phantoms, yards, mansions piff in the cannons house in the hamptons (livin it up) big parties every night this is the life of the paradise
' the land No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise Expensive
'em daily Let it dry, let it dry Time to whip a Mercedes (Push it to the limit) I'm changin' my range (Ross) Here to rain you parade (Parade) You gotta
kids scarred for life. Equipped with a permanent limp. He was ill when he was young, tryin to raise his son. Everytime beef come he blast the mac one-