Lyrics:
Samen met de Posse kan je sterker staan Want ik stop niet voor het werk is gedaan Punk O S D O R P O S D O r O S D O R P O S D O R P O S D O r O S D O
runnin' from the D-P-D Got soul you're plagued with the rhythms cancer Grab a bowl, you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog
pressure gotta keep my composure D.P.G army with my fucking soldiers Don't fuck with D.P you'll get moldered Pull up to the show Luis strap around my
games You finna play Scheduled n****s For the grim A dinner date Pulled up to the gates Yall gone have to waite Packing up dope by the crate D-O-P
of everything I want to be free And when I say I'm fed up you better believe I'm fed up, F-E-D-U-P I can feel it coming now Gonna do something wild And if I don't
Aye yo Lion B Rohicha Kallan, Luni, Jodhpur Native Roar, Deshi Dahaad RJ19 and this 342001 J-O-D-H-P-U-R Jodhpur ye, Kare khauf door ye Teri pahuch
When we spell it out it reads D R O P D R O P DEAD, DEAD Bitches be outside Asking who just died No point tryna hide When there's blood all over
Yeah Yeah, yeah P-D-X-P-A-R-A-D-I-S-E On the track Don't nobody do it like me So Imma do me and you do you Living like a rockstar Feeling like
Nervous energy P T S D P T S D Post traumatic stress Post traumatic stress dance alright Suspicion Surveillance They're watching I'm waiting For a sound
Shit, comme le temps peut passer vite, woah Y'a deux ans j'voulais quit là j'fais des hits, woah Pis tu pensais qu'j'allais jamais pogner d'p
close and tight Beware, here I come with the D-P-G on my chest Heat finna spit like Eliot Ness In the darkest zone, you feel alone and on your own
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business
G-u-n-i-tizzy, fuckin' with me and the D-P-Gizzy Niggas in New York know how Doggy get down I got my niggas in Queens, I got my bitches Uptown I got my business
Avant ça m'énervait maintenant ça m'rend triste, p't-être que c'est ça devenir adulte D'moins en moins d'cheveux, d'plus en plus d'argent, p't-être que
D.P. style [Chorus] [D.O.C.] Lil' 1/2 Dead [1/2 Dead??] Lil' 1/2 Dead the money jumped out to say Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
dupę piratom Nie poradzicie na to i tak was zaleje Lubicie ssać to nam ssajcie złodzieje H h h h w w w w D d d d p, jeszcze raz ziom H h h h w w w w D d
and Cease-a-Leo S-N-double O-P, big D-O Old school nigga, '84 El Camino LBC know, we love Biggie though I.E.Y. in even Bernadino When we party on the West
to speak freely You hear me chattin lyric but Im not an MC A one poetic member of the crew B.D.P. I looked around the nation but I simply couldn't find
romance Was on the strict Q.T. So if you want your freedom P.D.Q. Divorce me C.O.D. I won't be around To hear you cry I'm Texas bound And by and by You
du NAZA J'crois que j'suis prêt pour percer À la vie je dis merci D'avoir su me préserver De la mort et des F.D.P J'enchaîne les cônes À câbler dans
M.D.P H.D.P y jede pero deje dejeder por ustedes lo que me quieren conozco el teje y maneje desde antes de tener un manager Y más de un millón de
va la vie Bébé quand tu m'mens Fais le sans r'garder dans les yeux J'suis solo sur Terre y'a pas d'P2 J'y ai pensé pendant des heures Mais tout c'que
(CRAZY FOR LORD) ' D.D.P A FAMÍLIA OOOOOÔ O O OOOOO LA LAIA LA LAIA NAS RUAS DO GUETO ONDE A VIDA É TÃO CRUEL A TRISTEZA SE MOSTRA CONSTANTE, E O
on the dash On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash P-P-Pumps on the gas 140 on the dash On the dash, on the dash on the d-d-d-d-ash She's so dope
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