you don't,you keep frontin' Kickin' conversation,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' When all that's really on your mind is what? "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F." That's right if you're a
't, you keep frontin' Kickin' conversation, ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' When all that's really on your mind is what? "Yo, baby, let's get butt naked an' fuck? That's right, if you're a
,ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' "Yo baby L.G.B.N.A.F." That's right if you're a man you want it But my crew got to have it If you're a woman you tease him
Übersetzung: Ice-T. LGBNAF.
Übersetzung: Ice-T. Girls LGBNAF.
remorse donate aborted rappers for skin cell research I spit a few bars and niggas is f.u.b.a.r You wouldn't ride on me if you was driving two cars (Homey
: "A" IS FOR APPLES "B" IS FOR BOOKS "C" IS FOR CARROTS "D" IS FOR DRAGON "E" IS FOR THE EARTH "F" IS FOR FRIENDSHIP "G" IS FOR GOLDFISH "H" IS FOR THE
a G, on the mic, I'm a beast Keep a b**** on her knees, n**** please, I'm a pimp Purge first, ask last, I'm a shark, you a shrimp Check a deuce, Chevrolet
puttin' it in they face shit Eight ball, F A T M A C K, known for layin' it down And doin' shit the playa way Callabo's of the dough ain't no secret Space
us tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's a
four door [mystikal] A-i-n-t-n-o-l-i-m-i-t Nigga, we b-o-u-t-i-t-b-o-u-t-i-t Fonzarelli, gimme the mike Let me get in they ass And with the ice cream
t be stopped Sista Stase can't be stopped, B.I.G can't be stopped Lil' Kim can't be stopped, Lil' Cease can't be stopped Junior M.A.F.I.A. can't be stopped
and let my fo-fo rip, so bitch don't slip Don't make me put a lump on your lip A dip in your hip, I'm snatchin' your shit I want it all so give me it
] I'm not a kingpin, I'm just a wing man Strapped to the teeth with a blunt, and a green can A-B-C-D-E-F no G Hennessy and Olde E, we run so deep 86 your
Brooklyn with A D I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest
't been true to me I'm goona tell 'em at the A.S.P.C.A. You treat me like a D-O-G! Now I'm gonna tell the A.F.of L. You're makin' a slave out of me And
with a knife when I was three years old, finally figured it out That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout Without a motherfuckin doubt, take a
