Lyrics:
den alten Witz Wo wir die Pointe kennen, warte mal, der ging so Ich gebe keinen Fick auf nichts, P zu dem O Die Heads schreien bitte mach' nochmal
oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip
oh yes I'm fresh, N double-O P D O double-G Y, D O double-G, ya see Showin' much flex when it's time to wreck a mic Pimpin' hoes and clockin' a grip
Everybody In The Party Are You Ready, Say X X X, Gotta Go With The Flow, Say P L O..O, Ready For Me, You Put The D To The E..E, E X P L O D
Tiller Sayin' all the right things but I don't trust these niggas And they words, no, been here before you sing T R A P S O U L Can you hold me down,
Hey hey Te Gusta Me Hey hey Te Gusta Me S.H.A.K.A.P.O.N.K toca la guitarra para me baby S.H.A.K.A.P.O.N.K toca la guitarra ya (gimme a break) Do
of fuel Any MCs wanna come have a duel? About you ain't heard of me You dun know I'm the JM Boy Better Know I'm a P-R-O Boy Better Know, P-R-O That's me,
copy P L O I A K G I are A The ideal copy I M F P I are A P P A I M F H The ideal copy S O S L O P P I be see H you T The ideal copy I T I K
return of post. P.T.O.: No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed!" FIRMIN/ANDRE Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with
need to let S-N-double O-P D-O-Double G knee deep in them jeans Let a nigga blaze up (blaze up) Touch down on the West and soak the sun rays up Blow
Days of Thunder It's Road Rage, your days are numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!) This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow
P-are-O starts via pro Teachin' things in life you'll never know What for they dabble they don't understands a They caught me comin' from the other
Seven glocks P-S-P-O pops Hit both the hot locks Let'em read it that Diddy is on them hot blocks So we sent two teams to rush both spots Ha yeah!
sayin' they don't fuck wit me no mo, I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O, From the very first time I grabbed the mic, Niggas smokin' burner, Ready to fight,
to blow your head off and put bullet holes in your Girbauds Chorus [Master P] be -O-you-T we bout it Real gangstas live muthafuckin
cuscienza P'e cunsiglj sempre pronto A' dda ò sustegno E si ó faccio è cù piacere, nun Sto pavanno nu pegno D' á presenza mija oramai è Chiaro nun sit degn
Aquilo que eles não sabem é que cheguei aqui sozinho, Juntei essas letras p'ra escrever o meu caminho. Treinar com frequência p'ra chegar ao teu
I hope that this stays on the D-Low My mother's a P.O., so she'd be P.O.'ed, if I had a P.O. Chest to the wall spread eagle In the back room with
sofrer, convulsionando Do que dar o braço a torcer P direita meu o.v.o P esquerda o outro E pra política o mau Nada mal, messias preconceituoso (ta bom)
Nun puo vincr semp tu Je nun so maje cagnat M so accis p lat Si o ben trionf Je aspett stu mument comm a nu surdat Vasm ancor ammor Famm senti o calor
Grana p comprar o gama O game, a goma, o Citroen Tempo e grana, grana compra vida A morte gera grana entao eu quero muita grana P morrer ajudando
Sangue bom É o sangue de Deus Na cruz do calvário Seu sangue escorreu O linha de frente morreu P nós salvar No meu coração Ele está em primeiro lugar
the people take control Play the music all night long One two three Go This is the O.P.A. Power O. P. A Σήκω πάνω χόρεψε μαζί μου Αυτή η νύχτα δική σου και
shoes. And Dre is back from the c-p-t. Droppin' some shit that's d-o-p-e. So f**k the p-o-l-i-c-e! And any muther f**ker that disagrees. Stuck
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