life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
Übersetzung: With Honor. In A Bottle.
life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
room While I'm (lazing on a sunny afternoon) When it comes to marijuana I'm a heavy user Even puffin in my dreams, pass a J with Freddy Kruger It's like
my palm Gatten Island niggaz, yeah we got a fetish for arms Berettas tucked in our leathers, strapped with terrorist bombs Shorties, running around with
mo bra partner you a ponta grande mutea mocha ask me for a duce ?????? and ocha bring me all my pesos you know my amigo my plug half columbian gucci mans a
clap, your mom can't even bet with you Show you motherfuckas what heavy do, hold a lot of weight And you running with "knicks" like Marbury do I ain't
her [Chorus] [Obie Trice - talking] That's right, ha, you see me at the club with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker Look alike, look a, look alike
: [Verse 1: Nas] Cup'a Hen', cup'a Goose, cup'a Cris' White chain, colored watch on a wrist Switch lanes in monster whips, ambience Specially dressed
and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a
really tho' I never mess with silly hoes, just chicks with brains "At your local college dorms," we sneak past the R.A.'s Hit your dame, fast in a flash
look as if you've seen a ghost. GRANTAIRE Some wine and say what's going on! MARIUS A ghost you say... a ghost maybe She was just like a ghost to me
more bottles of brew man. [Verse 1: Method Man] Peace to the God, peace dog. Pull out a little liquor, Shame on a nigga, I heard the reapa' done came
doorway) Bottles of the rose Smellin like Dolce and Gabbana (Yuup!) Shawty you the baddest and to meet you is an honor (honor) Lil mama I got a table waiting What you think about a
been acting funny for so long It hurts to think that you think you're above me But it hurts more to admit that I've been wrong Need a bottle and a table