Lyrics:
the game, we f***in the same, bang!
[Chorus: INC]
[Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!)
[B.C.] Shout out my n****z en route to riches
the accuracy
But when I hear you spit I be catching them Z's
Definitely the sickest
When I come with the quickness
And bitches get ticked off
like they was
You pussies ain't shit but venereal disease
Z's on K. Dot? Uh-uh better wake up
A nightmare, I'm right there like a Siamese
Twin, when, you
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
The homie John John up in this motherfucker
Mr x to the Z
With a public service announcement
For all you faggot
a fisherman
Yea, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith and Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire at the devil
And I
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
funnel that's black
I want you to vision through my telescope see the hell I wrote
It's Reynolds when I Wrap it like a envelope package
And they would
bouta get found by a fisherman
Yeaa, you guys is bitches, little girls
And Mr. Smith & Weston wanna kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit fire
And Mr smith & Wesson wanna
Kiss ya pussy pearl
Tongue kiss an angel and spit
Fire at the devil
And I do whatever for the root of all evil
Gold, silver,
[Black Child]
It's back to business, stackin riches
If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds
Black Continental, mac outta the window
Black's
a move and shit gets drastic.
Leave you motha fuckas in caskets.
Wrap your reynolds ?
Cause we psychoschmatic and schizophrenic lunatiks.
Holdin
Ol' Lilly light lipped,
Lex Luthor lettuce picker.
Been a long time,
Since I used a pig sticker.
Arm and Hammer always twisting Reynold's Rap,
a move and shit gets drastic.
Leave you motha fuckas in caskets.
Wrap your reynolds ?
Cause we psychoschmatic and schizophrenic lunatiks.
Holdin
To najpiękniejsze z miejsc
Kiedy widok roztacza się już
Zawsze na Panią
Zawsze na Pana
Smith i mnie
Mąż zarobić ma na dom
Tę chatkę dla dwóch serc
W malutkim mieście
Trust
Graham Trust: vocals, electric guitar, bass guitar
Martyn Gilbert: electric guitar
Tony Potter: drums
Nick Reynolds: bass guitar
Mike Smith
of skating is a Young man's sport
Back when Kirchart and Klein were He-men
And Reynolds still had hair before the end
Who's the boss? At that point Hawk
Riley
(GTNS C.T.M.R)
Muero x mis sangres
(z z z z)
No quiero ver sangre
(z z z z)
Quieren d mi sangre
(z z z z)
Hay droga en la sangre
(z z z z)
No quiero
pah)
Lock & weg je moeder heeft stress
Waar is dr zoon gesplashed in z'n bek
Laat geen shank want blauw is op weg
SW Smith & Wesson
Mannen leren
in Reynolds plastic
Cause we psychosomatic and schitzophrenic lunatics
Holding my balls we know
Which engulfs the tip of my dick
We real sick bitch,
ouee
A morning dove with Jacky Smith, a crash in the night with Cheryl
But in the end they never stay with me
On my fall from the Tower Building, so Burt
as the eye can see - ouee
A morning dove with Jacky Smith, a crash in the night with Cheryl
But in the end they never stay with me
On my fall from the Tower
to skater
[Parrish Smith]
OK f*** it, enough with the tight s***, grab the mic quick
Hollywood n****z, put it down spit some hype s***
EPMD Erick
I'm the motherfuckin fuckin' one who calls the shots
Tomasz jarzyna z anina czytaj szef wszystkich szwów
Dzień zaczynam kiedy mam ochotę. Bonjour
Niggaz got gun's
An they swear they
Some Shoota'z
Bussin FN's
Smith and Wesson's
Even Ruger's
It don't matter what I'm clutchin
Any gun I buss
A Do ya
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