Lyrics:
Żeby było co do garnka włożyć
Tata uczył się najlepiej z wszystkich by kasę ze stypendium zarobić
Mama nie skosztowała życia studenta bo na głowie
I responded in less than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the gauge
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas Cage
You
It's early morning as I park the Mazda by the office shed near the gate
This just to establish mood and time and place of that
Summer 98
Started back in 98, when I was born
Now I sip on that drank and reminisce on who I’ve torn
These past few years have flown by, flown by
In this life
want (oh-oh)
Tell me what you want (Mase)
Tell me what you want (Bad Boy, '98)
(Tell me what you want, come on)
Tell me what you want from me
Take
rich nigga made a milli off of trapping
Young nigga playing with Mariah like Nick Cannon
All my goons young, I know I'm a money savage
Young nigga,
Act II opens with the newly wed Fanny and Nick
Arriving at their home in Long Island. Fanny's
Friends have prepared a surprise party for them.
now
Don Bronson, in all white like Don Johnson
You ever had to take a shit while you're trippin'?
Balls off, all the homies by the ball court
Shit hit
when you're hoodwinked by another woman[02:25.53]Sexualised by the sorority an devalued by the sisterhood[02:28.98]The exclusive female-only members club
away
Bring it back by Christmas day
So this year I don't need no presents
Yeah I just need you in my presence
Saint Nick gon always come in seconds baby
I'm smoking that dike
Like shhh went out by the knife Nick stop running, nigga, we gon' catch you
Hop out all my niggas on go
If you feel slimy, nigga,
If I, if I had to go me gear done...as it happens, (snaps his fingers) just in the nick of the time I got it done. If I...
Nicko: Yeah, I still didn't
man Rell fightin' a body
On state row where it's so cold
Rockin' his blues
I roll with the ROC
Still trynna rock at a show
Shit ain't like 98
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
making the rounds
There'll be many a rooftop that won't hear the sound
Of the reindeer's hooves stomp and St. Nick touches down
When he wraps up
name shit
Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we know they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts
Fuck
name shit
Motherfuckers traveled for miles to Mac Nick
We kick rhymes we know they never sound like yours
To the mic lookin' like cheap thoughts
Fuck
since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
diplomacy. Well, he sees this as a chance to improve his skills, too. So he responds in a friendly and amused tone]: Simon, Mann
NCphail [surprised by this
The Night I Met St. Nick
Music and Lyrics by Peter Link
I was hiding hind the sofa
When he came down the chimney
Cuz I did not believe
He could
incredible
Released three CD's in three seasons, don't let me catch you
And you shouldn't really speak to me unless I let you
(Wait Nick, come talk to me!
the recordʼs broken Sitting waiting by this door but itʼs never open
I know Iʼm preaching to the choir
But you need to notice
[Chorus 2: Nick Ray]
Everything
Onkuba by Nick Doo UG
intro:
magic planet, mr weadington
Nick Dooo Uganda
Guitar records.
Nicko Pro on the beat
chorus:
onkuba,(ebyadala)onzita,
a good disguise
Can't indulge in public
Folks might call me coon
So I grow you in my backyard
By the dull light of the moon
Spit one seed black
Mouth be
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