Heaven, I'm in heaven And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak And I seem to find the happiness I seek When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek
Übersetzung: Slim Thug. Dope Mo.
with all my fuckin' cash Couldn't hunt two quarter front so I had to bust that ass You went and got all my dope then you stuck like Chuck Like Slim said
: [50 Cent] Look If you ain't worth a mil, you ain't far from broke Got anought heart to sell weed but you scared of dope I wouldn't snitch on my peoples
: [X] Pssh, man I need a lighter man [E] Right here [X] Yeahhh.. whassup Slim? [E] What's crackin? [X] Hit this shit [E] Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker
order of my list that it's in - It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac... [Echoes] [Verse: 2Pac] Where my thugs at Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug
Ay man check this shit out, This just for da Rucker man, The nigga young jeezy, the nigga fakin' man That nigga is not a thug man, That nigga's a
keep it proper you know what it is patna this some lightwork ain't even gotta call godfather Mobsta, had the old phantom now the drop son 3rd the king of cloverland, Slim thug
high when I flow Pulling that dope when I hit the door Pin roll aka the fat man got love for the ones who got love for me Thug for me roll up with me
grenades Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin' Now I'm ballin', don't plan on fallin' For the world Left the furl in the dope man, on the
what it is, patna This some light work, ain't even gotta call a doc for Mobsta, had the old Phantom now the drop, son 3rd the king of Dloverland but Slim Thug
Man, I need a lighter, man, right here Yeah, whassup, Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit, shit, I almost hit this motherfucker today Is that right?
it so hood, levin' in the wood, candy paint goin' for them photos kept 'em good, she like that, I know that she like that [X3] [Verse 1 - Slim Thug]
fell off (niggas) My niggas run the North (are) You can't fuck with the Boss (trash) here come another loss [Slim Thug] Brace yourself, for the
Pssh, man I need a lighter man Right here Yeah, whassup Slim? What's crackin'? Hit this shit Shit I almost hit this motherfucker today Pssh, is that
It's my time, Rick Ross It's my time (Finna' lay back on this *** man) (Dade County dope boy) I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***,
And the game that we go don't stop I got them thug ass niggaz with the syrup And you know that we always blowing herb And in the club, man, you know
