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Talking 'bout, "Ruck, let's battle," on some 8 Mile shit
I'm like, "Nigga, my name ain't B. Rabbit"
It's Sean Price, Big Ruckus from busting
and Cecil B. DeMille
He could die happily ever after
Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes
Daddy's in the alley, lookin' for the fuse
I'm in
please, they must be on E's and dust
Then niggas f'in with pills, y'all don't get G's like us
Nigga please, y'all young'ns ain't got OG's like me
B. Sig,
for me face the judge and lie for me
P. I. T. T. S. B. U. R. G. H.
Represent to the fullest
And I'm putting cowards back into place
When I'm
the hydrents
R.I.P Stack B. I'm gonna keep you alive kid
Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful
F-N-F and S-N double O-P
Gather 'round, go a-head
B. Sig., Rell, Peedi Crakk, Free, Young H-O, Bleek (you understand)
Introducin'
It's Young C (Young C)
Home of Philly, young and hungry
All
bet money John B. and Manny are talking God into a hat
Old Manny used to take me aside,
He'd say Jerry Jeff you know how to write
Why don't you make up
them hoes be lookin' - that's why I play this game raw
It's just in me to be the nigga that I be
Call me Atrice, call me Bryan, Bubble, or B.
You know
You know Johnny B. Goode and Zorro, too
Can't love you any more than I do.
Pity, pity, pity, Miss Kitty
Didn't I buy you new
[Jon B.]
Johnny "J", 2Pac, Jon B.
[2Pac]
Part 2
This is for all the homeboys who couldn't get their happy home
As long as one of us got it some
é sexta, quem fez, fez
Quem não fez, não vai fazer
E os B. O segunda-feira a gente vê
Quando chega no grupo
Churrasquin, quem anima?
Chorus: [big ed] (mo b. dick)
Fuck who you wanna fuck (fuck who you wanna fuck)
At the fuckfest
Suck who you wanna suck at the fuckfest
Eat who you
lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a-ringing a bell
Go go
바다새
아아아 새야 아아아 새야
우우우 새야 우우우 새야
A . 어두운 바닷가 홀로 남은 새야
갈곳을 잃었나 하얀 바다새야
힘없는 소리로 홀로 우는 새야
네 짝을 잃었나 하얀 바다새야
B. 모두가 가고 없는데 바다도 잠이
in eine Parklücke
Verwechselte die neunzehnjährige Jeannie B. Gaspedal und Kupplung
Und fuhr rückwärts in die Halle einer landwirtschaftlichen
in eine Parklücke
Verwechselte die neunzehnjährige Jeannie B. Gaspedal und Kupplung
Und fuhr rückwärts in die Halle einer landwirtschaftlichen
font semblant de vivre
Et puis
Tous nus dans le désert
Tu me feras la guerre
Un peu comme dans un film
De Lawrence d'Arabie
Ou de Cecil B.
solidified spot
Only wavy-ass beats you can find me on
I can make this shit sound like an R&B song
I can make it 2Pac and some Jon B. on
Come on, yeah,
a little lovin', ya call on me, lord have mercy
And if ya want a little kissin', ya call up Jonny B. Baby, It's all right
Ain't no more lonely nights, we'll
Yo, it is an honor
To introduce the future of R&B
His name, is chris brown, uh
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another B. Cox joint, uh
written by K. Gannon, W. Kent, B. Ram
I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have some snow and mistletoe
And presents by the tree
an hour ago
But we still in this bitch
I pull up, pull up, pull up, in that automatic cook up
B. Rich pull up in that rooster til we wake the fuckin' hood
now
Jagged edge (u no that u looovvveee)
The Notorious (notorious)
B. I. G
The Biggie duets
Notorious
Bad boys
Show enough (Show enough)
untouched by the man
Songs we used to sing used to mean something
Now they just bland like the drummer
Where's the real drummer? Michael B.
Mint
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