Lyrics:
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
(Intro)
Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here
Every three years, an ancient ritual takes place here
(Madrox)
I communicate with
top off ain’t no door
Front seat me got three whore
With their tops off, top for me in-store
Suburban Snoop what they call me
There’s a reason for it
flaked
When the clappers outpaced
By the bullets, grenade
And the busters afraid
They gon' end up in a grave
Nah that ain't me
I don't fear no man
Swing
Hustlin’
Bustin’ my Ass
Cause I’ had to take Action
Foot on the G.A.S
Watch me shoot rite Pass’ EM.
I’m the Type to go and get It
You know that’s by any
stay in your lane
Not Even Mary Jane
Is Treating me the same
keep on moving forward
But u fucking missed the train
Bare baggage
Or are u going
dogg 3 times
Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 & 2
Big 40 mick dogg this ones for you
Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. cuzz
I'ma show these
by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
Don't you know, don't you know (ayy)
New York was killing me?
Yes, I was standing nearly dying here
Uhhh
Look here man
My flo embodies the work of a Ferrari made,
Park it by the gas tank then covered it up boy not worthy to see how I stunt in these
you in stand by
Damn GOD damn GOD damn
King Bison
I just went ahead and
Said his name in vain
Hail to Mary man
I'm praying to the Saints
GOD forgive me
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
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of Richard the III's, until he was slain
Elizabeth of York, Henry VII's marital gain
Henry VIII's first, Catherine, annulled, there was no son
Then, Anne
alright.
Cause I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night.
When I was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp
was 3 years old,
Straight pimp game I was told.
My daddy sent me to pimp school.
In this man's world, you can't be no fool.
If a pimp is what you
heart, that shit December cold
I beat and came everything
I beat and came exotic
Seven hundred fuckin' dollars on some Mary Jane (goddamn)
I beat
of these hoes don't pay me
Uh, still and the bad bitch tryna lay me
That she wan' have my baby
That I wan' know about
On the floor wanna do an 80 7 80
ADD
red and blue like we went on a mission
She take shot for shot and she don't even miss it
And that's like 7 shots of Jaeger in her system
She might
start off by telling you
Dat ek deesdae 7de Laan kyk
Ek hou van hoe Lana lyk
En as ek Khetiwe sien, ek raak baar
Maar die skrywers maak naar
Want hulle
burned,
When he found in three days all his hair had dropped out
He upset the god and he kicked him about.
Then the god became angry and took up his sword
what's the point?
I sat right down and I built my joint
Flat caps they just pass me by
The dust pneumonia left me dry
Talkin' gypsy market blues
I
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
seven, let's go, come on
Yo, Beans, Toney said "Good looking on that haze"
Commercial, come on, let's go, guys...
Coming back in, five, four, three, two,
des meubles en broderie et des carrosses tout dorés. Mais, par malheur, cet homme avait la barbe bleue.
(Charles Perrault, Barbe Bleue)
Voix d’homme 3
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