Übersetzung: Slick Shoes. Mit was recht ist.
a price. The price is death to an unborn child. By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do
will make your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sentance' they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's
What A Feelin' (Yeh Yeh), Every Time You Come Around My Body Free Fallin'. Ohhhhh What A Feelin' (Yeh), Anytime You Not Around, (Pall Wall: What's Up?)
System Aint No Tellin Will I Fuck Em Or I Diss Em Thats What They Be Yellin I'm A Pimp By Blood Not Relation I'm A Pimp By Blood Not Relation When The
world whos advice I trust and respect more than yours Robbie: Son, Im not loaning you any money Jackson: What! What? Is that what you think this is about
your ass bet on words touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents' they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun if that's
d be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down by liftin' iron by the pound for
drive by, I can't help doin tha drive-by Cause my rims be killin haters, every time I ride by [Hook] [Christina] Look, I got shoes, boots, coops wit
kick more styles than Bruce shoe's kick But tonight's the night what I write tonight This type of funk with the flavor like Mike'n'Ike's Hanging out
: Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little
in the suit in the box under the ground fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown Xzibit get down by liftin' iron by the pound for the tough individual
By what right, do you take the things you take? By what right, do you do what you do? By what right, do you kill and steal? By what right, by what right
sit down Yo, na, we get the fuck up And leave the one you wit then take off of Usher That's right, six double O with chrome pipes U.S. Marshals out to
Yo I lost it but back is the Black Boogey Man Manic mad musician, maker of noise that's jocked, by your Homeboys, I rocks my flocks of sheep, it's the slickest
back cruising through the slow breeze thinkin how can I get mo' cheese Bumpin' a system costin' 4 G's I stay on my P's for the po p's split the philly
