This is death of inhalevocs moment of violence!
i'm sayin, let's ride, lo rida, come on! [EAMON:] Feelin high, gotta ride it, i take routes to ease my life and there's no doubt i test my life, still i, i
makes me happy, when I am sad, You don't know how, how much I love it, please don't take my 2 Live away... [Clay D:] YO-O-O-O-O-O, LET'S GO! (HEYY!!)
o (It's all about you) No matter where I go, I see the same hoe [2Pac] I make a promise if yah go with me, just let me know I'll have you hollerin
she buy the sneakers Like why would it be, she swipes the visa And know I?d like to leave her I can?t complain, Can?t talk, gotta catch my plane One... CHORUS I
lo sai a muovere questa dancehall i migliori siamo noi se ne ascoltano di storie ma sai se libero i miei dogo scappano tutti i batty-boys quando sento
c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s. i can't handle it, can't handle it. damn that girl she's scandalous. s-c-a-n-d- to the a, to the l-o-u-s. i can't
: D,d,d D,d,d D,d,d o asi hasta abajo soy yo Uno sisi, Dj Eliel en la casa, tirale La noche esta pa un phillie un shot de ___ una buena disco la musica
New Me, Cool, See I Never Get Around If I Dont Change Now I Dont Think I'll Ever Settle Down Even If I Gotta Travel A Bit I'll Go Around The World And
you catch a case, you got it wrong, I'mma pawn rings I'm your lady boo, that's what I'm suppose to do I know when you was coppin' my Coupe, that you was
Nasty as hell, stanky little cave bitch [Verse Three:] Now don't think that I hate you Cuz I won't date you, bitch I gotta stay true You can be a fan
stato in riva al mare, i marci chiedono il perche del flow fuck ho perso la saliva a fumare, diciotto anni un marcio continua a sputare, i cinque motivi
I did it for fun I that nigga who comes, check and see ya ex and skeet Can't remember me cause I stay on the tip of her tongue I make the bitches bounce
in that tuxedo Cumberbun with no suspenders My torpedo, you libido Need to chat (Chip, chop it up, shoot the breeze!) I'm your r-o-l-a-i-d-s, release
is always the nastiest *record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella* And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth I
a McFlurry No Mickey D's, show me the money like Jerry Maguire L.O.D. for hire, I'm ready I rep Strong Island, bums get rushed I pack house like Biggie
you're not, no matter what the job, I'm the best man Rap C.E.O. minus the yes-man (yes-man) I know that's right, so act right, Staten on the map Like
