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Whodi

504 Boyz

Goodfellas [Clean]

by the store

Chorus (2x)

[Magic]
(Where you at whodi?)  I'm over here Shaggy
Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi
Bitches will love to have

see what I'm saying like a teleprompter?
And you could never stop us, fucking posers,
Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses,
We come like Moses,

One Time, Uh
We done been in the cold too many nights man.
February nights and I’m wearin' all black
Get betrayed by the people that I came wit fall

Ty nadal tak przystojny i patrzysz w moje oczy jak
Gdy grało Guns N' Roses nam
W starym Golfie pierwszy raz

To było jak
Jak na linie nad blokami z

grin 
When I'm drinking too much gin
And I'm singing like a asshole
I was at the bottom but I rose like I'm Axle
Now I got these guns I suppose that I

We pulling up for the profit
I ain't got time for the gossip fuck all the nonsense
Im trynna triple my profit n niggas be watching my pockets
Uh
Yea

on the block reminding us to hang tough

I don't want the guns but I want the roses
This sweet child of mine just love her poses

Shake it up shoop shoop shoop

podjazdu do mnie
Jeśli bym miał liczyć to na 10 jedenastu ciągle

Ja pierdolę To takie chore bo mam rap ebolę
Róże mi wystrzelą Guns N' Roses strzałem w

hit the floor
Like a 9.5 just hit next door
Man, I bet they jumped when they felt that chord
It's a Gun ‘n' Roses reunion tour

Yeah us damn kids we're

we're famous, we'll have parties with big bands like Guns 'n Roses
When we're famous we'll have groupies and they'll all be chicks half our age
When we're

Eli and I killing this beat
Lost time it's fine copping the beats
Can't fight I'm fine handing defeats
To those who rose outta the seats
Thinking

Suck Yourself

N-Dubz

Against All Odds

2009

the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
One thing we wouldn't do and that was shot a mans mum
But I wass jammed up at the crack house,

of a killer, Mr. fucking Grimey
SAS 22nd regiment limey
Born in a bar with my eyes wide open
Inspired by debacles since I came out the fallopian
We don't fuck

N 2 Gether Now

David Davidson

The String Quartet Tribute to Limp Bizkit: Break Stuff

2004

on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media

Had I had a fucking gun
I would shoot your ass and run
I'm already off n'gone
I'm in immigration

Find a reason to relax
Don't you know about sex

believing this correct route shit
Moody cabbie muddy puddle reflecting my avi
A.N.C. twitter relief style
Profile wild mad traffic in my attic 
Meanwhile

and his corporate buyers
Again, it's those guns for hire
Gotta admit I kinda admire
Decades of unarmed folks expire
By their hands yet no jailtime's

and a killer make you look like thriller
Quick to bust off the strilla and the cops know I'm a dealer
If I talk to pigs they work for me future King of N Y C
I'm

that 
Drive by me and call me N-word
I been pressed for no reason
All because my melanin is glistening
They hate to see me educated I'm debating
Whether

feening like Mr.Lucas and kinfolk, Question? can folk handle the power of powder I know the answer's no, that’s why Boys N The Hood 

Esta la realidad 
La

Hey Mr dJ, come and holler at your boy
Put me on replay
I got bars that won't destroy
See I got bars that make sense
And I got truth that sets free

a Polite Name For Ghetto as in Black Ghetto. Those of Us That Don't Live in the Ghetto are brought here usually by Television and usually when there are only

Joey, there's no way you'll make it into a good college next year
Why are you even trying
Well Mr. High School Teacher, I'm not sure... I just know I

gotta start shooting to kill now
Mr. Trump said so, shoot to kill
Hire guns, you gotta get out there to kill