shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us [Chorus III: Nas] And all'a y'all know my style (style) I spend dough but I
y'all know my style I spend dough but I still let it pile Mama shake ya thing Coochie get wet while the bass beat bang You put it on and on and on and
eyes shades in the nighttime regardless The army's so thick you can't harm us [Chorus III: Nas] And all'a y'all know my style (style) I spend dough but
Übersetzung: In. You Know My Style.
ground* These niggaz is still fuckin talkin? You nigga still breathin? Fuckin roaches, aight Aight, it's the Raid on you All day You punk mutha-fuckas
Nas) Nas, your whole damn style is bitten You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you
split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit up [Wooo!] Now if you say my name in your rhyme, watch what you say You get carried away, you
*] Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are" Pain In The Ass " Fuck You" Nas "Niggaz is this
I rock like my ma's mean, name is cocaine Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane Think you can handle? Not get stripped when you rock? Think again, you find you
, why you waitin'? I'm too impatient to pray, too much patience for stress It's too much paper to rest, fuck around, you face death I know some niggas
And I won't stop, hoggin' the lane, droppin' my game My dogs be, rockin' them chains, poppin' the same In the distance, hawkin' my style, talkin' loud
me Now if you was my girlfriend you don't need no guyfriend He could get his head bust nigga ain't my friend Why the hell you lying who the hell you trying
don't like you, pops Sheek wanna fight you, Styles wanna pop you Jada just don't like you, what the game made you Meth can't stand you cause your weed
hour You in your hot tub, I'm looking at you salivating Dry you off, I got your paper towel waiting Lay you down cause you're red hot Louisiana style you
You don't give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it You want this paper, be a hustler You a hustler, you ain't a rapper Get your paper man YouknowwhatI
