wanna to do with you The sun goes up ? The cells I am at the moment will soon die But I will be here Oh I'll still be here The cells I am at the
Übersetzung: Transporter 2 Soundtrack. The Servant - Zellen.
I wanna to do with you The sun goes up ? The cells I am at the moment will soon die But I will be here Oh I'll still be here The cells I am at the
round them big dogs [Verse 2] This nigga used to catch ballas slippin' and jack em This nigga used to catch bad bitches and mack em He used to serve
same time, ain't lyin'! Now this nigga is a muthafuckin' dick beater Heard at Corn(?) he was a muthafuckin' cheerleader Fuckin' wit a B.G., best believe you will get served
left Cause their minds ain't right Wanna get a record deal But can't deal with the MIC Camouflage couldn't hide you From these words I serve Check the
)] (Turns.. turns, turns, turns, and turns My ni**az grow and grow and grow and gettin dough and dough and dough from this state to that state from this cell to that cell
A live cold rundown brick casket. Children, Fax themselves to school From grimy street corners Dancing with Crystal Meth Monkeys Servants awaiting distant summons Of the cell
gang [Flesh] We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage (Off in the rag), gettin' my serve
me On the streets law and order there is none the boys in blue can arrest anyone control the streets like a mafia rules the town protect and serve only
homey, I know so well It started way back, when I was a teen In the hood, on the corner, slangin dope to fiends Had the little stash that could serve
is not mine [Chorus: Trife Da God (singer)] It wouldn't be a problem, if I did the crime I would be a man about it, and just serve my time, but (Them
time that you feel at peace [? ] You deserve it, yeah feel like a woman. Now I might get up in the kitchen and throw down Let me serve you up til [? ]
Benjamins, Two AK-47s and a blow torch, Couple junkies knocking hard on my front porch, A couple old schools in my back yard, If I don't know ya I'm a serve
m'a fusille (hen hen hen hen) Sape comme le keuf des Y.M.C.A ! A base de cuirs serres, a l'epoque banal, Et des bottes comme celles de Francis Lalanne
time out is nothin new I fuck her on the plate of food I'ma rude, crude, dude Most players like to take they women wine'n dinin I serve a bitch a plate
