Naa naa naa There was a man Who grew too big It didn't matter what he did The girls would always run away When everybody laughs at you It can be humiliating
Übersetzung: Talking Heads. Bill.
enough We gon fuck around, and leave this bitch in handcuffs [Gar] Now see this what I'm talking bout, you out here running round With them knuckle head, fucking give head
I'm cheeky I don't want you fuckin' with my shit My neck and my knuckles covered with crushed out shit Sparklin' gold cover my muthafuckin' grill Pockets filled with big head hundred dollar bills
the young soldiers I told ya we takin' over Knockin' heads off shoulders Think you boulder 'cause you older, but I'm colder With the trigger I'll run all over ya' Niggas talkin
ride Well send a muthafucker at ya tonight G-Unit And i aint sleepin till my click pop em swimmin in bowls of money Micheal walking around with a head
d up, from head to toe Memories as a young nigga He always got it blown like Al Capone He's the downest G I've ever known ['Pac talking overlaps singing
kinda words he could say. He said it was a bad dream. I wouldn't worry 'bout it none, though, They were my own dreams and they're only in my head. I
in association but I'm playin for my own team Too much division, head-on collisions Is blockin my visionary skills Get back to the mission to pay my own bills
Al and some Shady as well Get brains You should see the way my cranium swells Oh my god Is he openly talkin' about fellatio? What, you think I came here to talk
: [feat. Knowledge] Yeah, This is for all you shit talking mother fuckers out there. When are you living shit? 'Cause if you push somebody to that limit
signed a couple autographs Back in the car and that's it, headed home Then I noticed Martin Finch on the road, talkin on his phone Standin outside of
Papa never worked a day in his life? And Mama, bad talk going around town saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife. And that ain't right. HEARD talk
one way box to the top Hitting the strip but got a sound that would rally the block Im in the fast lane and I wont stop You aint nothing but talk You
: (feat. Phat Kat) [Intro: Elzhi - talking] [echo] Up early Top of the morning to you weak idiotic motherfuckers It's new Phat Kat and Elzhi Yeah nigga
I don?t get a chance cos she gives me a wink So travel to hers in an illegal cab Plus I know she?s a student her house is drab In my head I'm laughing
offa me! I'm just doing my thing, let me be Officer get offa me! [VERSE 2:] [Kev Nish:] It ain't the way I walk (nope), the way I talk (nope) But when
'll feed his whole army Talkin 'bout the angels and peeps in Somali Try to stay humble, and swallow my pride In God I trust, now talk about the ones on