Lyrics:
bout the MPC
I raised my two grand up to put my two grand down
'Cause I was sick of making music with a tin-pan sound
Got these beat makers looking
Shepard's where we left him
The princess got recalled
To Phoenix by her father
Who's in talks to cut her off
Shepard wants to go somewhere with a little
of school
Doin' the right thing playing by the rues but
One day she caught his eye thirty six, twenty four with
A skirt size five. He stepped to and
Asked
you know that I love you
And day by day my love grows
Here's' where I stand, I gotta be your man
I don't care if we're from two different worlds
But
πρώτη φορά
Ήτανε 1997 φέρανε τούμπα τη σκηνή
Και αμέσως βάλαν φωτιά
Ραψωδοί καμικάζι για όλα τα κακά παιδιά
Όλη του δρόμου η βρώμα του δρόμου τα σκηνικά
Dope: Hip-hop maffiózó, funky zene-nepper,
Mr. Dopeman meg a Játékosok klubja,
Itt van újra!
1997
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
("Evil" Kevin La Bounty ©1997)
Can't drive a car til' age 16.
Can't smoke a cig. til' age 18.
Can't drink until the age of 21.
There's only one way
the sweat from his neck and the sleep from his eyes
It's 1997, the last morning of August
At the corner of 7-Eleven he hears the broadcast
Another saint
and chasing the wildlife
Living like two hard headed fools
It's really not too big a mystery
The reason we are almost history
The talk all over town says we
dream, travellin' up the stream (a-one, two, a-one, two)
Plug wonder, wonder why you're lonely tonight
We see the girls scream as if we're shocked by
We got two blunts
Two blunts nigga, two blunts
Two blunts I got two blunts
Light it up, go and light it up
One time for the Buddha
With the two
(Two divided by zero, zero)
(Two divided by zero, zero, zero)
Let's not go home, we'll catch the late train
I've got enough money to pay all
Spokój cisza pokój kontemplacja
Dzisiaj już nie mogę se pozwolić
Muszę gonić by nie wypaść ze stawki zrób wypas kawałki
Jedź na koncert z melanżem że aż
rok rok 1997 a gdzie jest 8 99 09 1
Pytam Ciebie odpowiadasz nie wiem
A ja ci odpowiem jesteś zwykłym przyjebem
Uliczna strona nie jest po to żeby
BABY ROCKS
Words & Music by Judy Pancoast 1997
My little sister wakes up crying in the night
My Mama knows just what to do to make it right.
She
Depuis Mathusalem, ton pire ennemi c’est toi-même. »
Lyrics by CharlElie COUTURE
éditions Flying Boat
extrait du disque « Casque Nu » enregistré
rap checks and then get two extendo's
Is Platinum lil' bitch and you know I go too hard
Hit me lick and stash work by them two broads
And I want two
knowing someone's secret is not enough
Everyone's a little bit a lot of the time
The spiders come in side by side
Two by two and night by night
Who is
clever lyricist
Hi-see the pearl rabbit never fear a bitch
K and D from 2nd II None my homies from elementary
To the new century
Well, I guess by
hopes and dreams are falling
Like a row of dominoes
I thought the man behind the bar
Had heard it all before
My story must have caught him by
by the telephone, so certain she would call
It's amazing just how much I've learned
Since I thought I knew it all
I never knew a broken heart
The year is 1997 and we's about to drop a batch of
tracks to make your head bob
and your system bump, bump.
Coming out your blind side(ha ha ha)
negras
Nas universidades brasileiras
Apenas 2% dos alunos são negros
A cada quatro horas um jovem negro morre violentamente em São Paulo
Aqui quem
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