Lyrics:
rêve brûlant
Était notre carburant
Un écosystème
Pour musiciens bohèmes
Un incroyable tandem
Qui unit et vous promène
La Bong Mobile
C’était la vie
When we moved back to Texas from South Carolina, my parents purchased a mobile home from a
Repossession lot, the Repo Depot
Built in 1980, it is
She's a small mobile intelligent unit
Got what it takes and she knows how to use it
Planets and place don't mean nothing to her
Moguls and minors are
calendar
Watchmen on the wall pleas of his eminent return hearts burn yearn discern
Display relay video and audio uploads laud abroad more than on mountain
My Oldmobile is a cold mobile
Got a cold, young chick down in Mobile
My stacks so fat can't even hold that
Fold that, lay flat like I lack no wheel
My boy just left Colombia
Bitch we going global
Tap in its a feat price but you can hit my mobile
Charge a nigga for a photo
Charge a nigga to use my
for not havin any songs about happiness
Or bein in peace and shit like that
See I can only display my personal feelings and experinces
And so far I
and G-Unit hop back in that (Bat!) mobile
It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (Brrat!)
Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (Attacks!)
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Yo I Fades Them All like my man
into the underground by government forces
However a small resistance is forming
Both Terminator X and Chuck D have resurfaced
Leading a small mobile
mobile mechanics
I can give you what you needed
With just a minimal damage
Come to me and Sean p
You gonna find it
At the end, I can see that you believe
Confident when the skoma lit
My crew move anonymous over unit's
Assemble platoons to form a conglomerate
Blood-rushing concussions ain't nothing
You don't
uncomfortably
Little man, little lady, cute little baby
Reach your hand out to the future of automated robotics
On display here for the first time in under a year
The last call on his mobile phone was back to home
Sorry, Miss Amonia's son was found dead with two in his dome
[Cappadonna]
This be the bird's eye view
Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck
It's my right to insist
That he acknowledge my existence
But he just displays complete lack of respect
That's
to the Land that's still the greatest
Where the game we display is real contagious
It's filled with players, real gees and innovators
Beatin on haters like
Blättern im Herbst, es war schon mal
Jetzt ist Sommer
Vielleicht kommst du wieder
Nur noch einmal dein' Name auf'm Display, Sommer
Alle kommen klar
the pound
32 ent dog we constantly workin
'07 avalanche same color urkel
Flyin down 20 and we all smokin purple
Twerkin 5 phones we'll call
Em' chirp mobiles
Day after day, dragging by
Hours staring at displays
Passing blunts to pass the time
Caught up in the past, but
Life keep passing by
Wake up, sleep,
assignment you would never have your way
Dumb the way you display yourself
Going in shops blazing stupid
Sometimes you being neglected Logical if it was lucid
ain't no game that we play
Aye, The freighter be black, white, and gray
Aye, The statue of me on display
Aye, I wake up in the mornin' and pray
Aye, Like
Rule by chaos on the cross they display it
Illuminati world war three I wasn't kidding
Motherfuckers been planning it since the beginning
And now they
you think I got this guitar that you're hearing today? ey!
Call fire at the mobile station at Alamedas and Anahiem,
Its, ah, flaming up good
10-4
Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck
It's my right to insist
That he acknowledge my existence
But he just displays complete lack of respect
That's
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