Lyrics:
(La Música de Harry Fraud)
Down South slangin', rollin' with these hustlers
Tryna get rid of all you haters and you busters
Down South slangin',
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
to love in a strange kind of fashion,
With lots of "hey, ho-de-ho, hi-de-hi!",
And I can guarantee I'm full of passion,
Like the Lorelei!
Oh I'm
(Damn james)
(Dolla $ign, Dolla $ign)
Who tryna, who tryna go? (Go)
Who gon' drop it down like there's money on the floor? (Ho)
Who tryna, who
What ho sed de ting!
I'm back, nyaaah! You thought you got away with it, didn't you? But you didn't. No, not on your fourth little
box set of Run
to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee I`m full of passion
Like the Lorelei
I`m treacherous,
Dabe dabe hotha te ek baari haans de
Pinjre se panchhi se aazad hojyave
Jhoota moota je tu ek baari khaans de
Jaanleva kaatil andaaz ho jaave..
mere
Now this is the bitch who makes straight A's,
But never got to leave out of the house back in de dayz
And when she was at school she gave people
zaroori laga mujhko chhodna
I keep telling I'm falling for you day by day
Kya ye bhi kum pada tujhe to fir jaane de
Shayad alag hi the tere mere raaste
de yaldy daa..
He’s ca't me aw the bastarts, spittin’ in ma face,
He’s gone for aw his thingmy-jigs his zappers and his mace,
He's hi-de-ho’d his
and over again
See I believe in servin a nigga his papers wHen I knock his ho
Like a pimp did me on Beach Blvd, know
I got knocked, gon get knocked,
over and over again
See I believe in servin a nigga his papers wHen I knock his ho
Like a pimp did me on Beach Blvd, know
I got knocked, gon get knocked,
a jack (pulls a jack) Pulls a jack (pulls a jack)
And shoot the heart out his mothafuckin' back!
I'm comin' with the 187, not with that ho shit
So
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
and close the doors
Man for what? Santa Claus Ho
And, we gonna blow ounce with him
G's up, hoes down
I got Santa Claus high as shit
Sitting by the tree
take the white men's name and now you're one with the same
Playin' all of his devilish games
Ho' runnin' 'round in 93' with your slavemaster name
KING PALUTA - CREATIVITY
Prod. by King Paluta
INTRO
Door Opens...
1st VERSE
Yoh Bɛɛma.
Na sende Me Beat dadaada w'ama m'atoa wo ha...
Hm
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch
wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick
Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick
Ran up the street cause he was piping hot
Met a bitch named Jill
with a black .40
Hit 'em in his hoodie, no A Boogie
Ey, brormand vi går hårdt ind, all in
Brormand de' bar' smålig
Hva' vi laver på en måned, laver
kuchh aur hai
Samajh mein aaega to hansna hi chhod doge
Dil lekar abhi tum badhate jao
Logon Ko motivate karte jao
Day by day a raha hai achha achha line
sardd gaye ishq di aage ne
(The ones who are spending time in remember the One)
Unna nu sek ni lagna chulya da
(They can never be hurt)
Jede khed de
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