you. What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man, a mighty mighty good man
Übersetzung: Pain. Man Upstairs (What A Man Version).
a vulcan Lord help him but y'all felt him That make you a part of me and pardony If a part of me is what you wanna be what you oughtta be Dont worry Carter
in my throat Reservation for one, plus a table for three Ev, Prev, and MC and my man Chali Chorus (Verse 2: MadChild) Silver surfer, spider man mister
my head Martin Luther in my dreams with a bullet in his head Brought up by a solider I can't be scared Got the whole hood behind me and the man upstairs Life's like a
talking over chorus: Chamillionaire] So what I'm goin try to do is Go a little faster Then I'm a go a lil slow Switch upt he style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout
pieces, like porcelain dishes I'm dirty! I get all the way down on the ground And just wonder, memorize, take a picture, write a book I don't give a fuck! I man
on the west coast Kickin it, grindin It's the same thing everywhere I go though Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah! Major Pain boy [Chorus - Chamillionaire] Man
man, I live upstairs, I'm something like somaya got memories, but at what point are they lost you say we could work through it, at what point is it forced
maintain Verse two: lord digga Back in the days I use to do a little dirt Now that's comin' back around, and man it hurts To see everbody gettin' on
the west coast Kickin it, grindin It's the same thing everywhere I go though Know what I'm talkin 'bout? Yeah! Major Pain boy [Chorus: Chamillionaire] Man
truth' [talking over chorus: Chamillionaire] So what I'm goin try to do is Go a little faster Then I'm a go a lil slow Switch up the style a lil bit
Every Life As A Shorty Shakin Be So Rough Life As A Shorty Shakin Be So Rough Every Life As A Shorty Shakin Be So Rough Every Every Life As A Shorty Shakin
to make it to heaven, still livin Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma of
is no longer livin Softly she spoke Is this a joke? Man, you gotta be kiddin As my question was raised this explanation was givin A meaningless death
Tryin to make it to heaven, still livin Make a visit, stop by the weed spot grab a dub I know grams gon' have me a grub I hit the front door, smell aroma
carrots Talks of what we'd name her while shopping for a carriage But when the dream stopped, who knew you'd see me like a savage That you dreamt of vacations
