Lyrics:
con chi?
Scemo te boccio
Insegno G nei Jeans
Suono J. J. Jhonson
Sto-Sto-Sto
Stop ogni Step
Ci rido non prego
La tua roba
I don't understand
knees
(Violent J)
But then again who am I, I'm just some typical guy
I ain't no fuckin hero, I just been wonderin why....
(Chorus)
I seen some
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
the middle
It's not the life all she about is that Jimmy Kimmel
I don't have no patience for Prima Donnas
But I'm havin' such a great night I'm bout to go
then a average nigga to check me
I'm a rider till the wheels go balling they blow out
(damn) one hundred and one percent G and its no doubt
That if
Read
[Chorus]
The Globe keeps spinning (The hole damn world is)
But I ain't moving (Excuse me?)
We can't keep joking (No no no no)
Break the lock if
of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was
to you
Then I awoke up this morning lyin' in Atlanta jail
No one here to love me no one to go my bail
Prison bars all around me the guard walking by my
worry, my nigga, get part of the clip
So I got it right back (right back)
By the way, way that it's going down, it's been going up
I can't hold nothing
it all, fancy cars
Yeah the newest shit came a long way
Riding round on my Buick shit
Win by any means who said it best?
Kobe Bryant mind-state
I
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
that describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass, Kurupt
Redman I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad video
Learned
Forever has to wait
I can't face another day
All the flowers you brought me
One by one
Fell asleep without me
Truth or dare
Love is the cross
've had enough of reading things
By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians
All I want is the truth
Just gimme some truth
No short-haired,
the guap)
Ask J Ban$, bitch, don't ask Madden, ayy
I am the master plan, no
I made the trap Super Saiyan, ayy (woo)
Whippin' and whippin' a bowl, ayy
I
afar
The moon is weak and pale
There is hope no more
There's no one there
And then it's already autumn
Là-bas, les oiseaux sont partis
L'amour que
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
Voss on these bitches
Yeah, I have no thoughts on these bitches
Yeah, rock Double Cross on these bitches, yeah
Dearly departed, gather today
On some
Bi, a iosa, im chroise I gcuimhne gach uair
Be, O Jesus, remembered in my heart every hour
Bi, a iosa, im chroise le haithri go luath
Boj, in my
J'suis dans la house, bébé
J'empile les liasse, les briques
Avec le gang, l'équipe
Hamilton Lewis, j'vais vite
You know i'm sayin, tu connais mon
YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
You can't roll a blunt to this one
You gotta, you gotta well, ya gotta light a J
You gotta puff a J on this one
You can't even drink Crist-owl
J O M I
Yeh
J O M I
Tu estás loca yo que estoy only
Cada vez que cae la morning
Si quieres llamarme pues call me
Quédate
Tranquila que más nadie
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
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