Lyrics:
R.I.P we just killed the club Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs Too many haters in here,
R.I.P we just killed the club Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs Too many haters in
They're really rockin Boston Pittsburgh, P. A. Deep in the heart of Texas And 'round the Frisco Bay All over St. Louis Way down in New Orleans
to the P. on the mic you will see, The peoples´ champ that´s me Skibadee, skibadanger I am the rearranger Hit them with a raw for sure now bun your draw
didengar Keluarga dekat di hatiku Kasih sayang kan ku ingat selamanya Oh sungguh indahnya suasana Ha ha ha Syukur padaNya kita dapat bersama-sama P p p p
P'tit bonhomme par-ci, p'tit bonhomme par là À l'école ça n'arrêtait pas P'tit bonhomme tape dis, p'tit bonhomme ça va Mais pourquoi ça n'irait pas ?
clmal wil Pappa P wees Pappa P Pappa P Pappa P wees clmal wil almal wil Pappa P wees Pappa P Pappa P Pappa P wees Oh no, julle hou nie op moan nie
(just got me another one) P. Diddy run the city (never be another one) 5 mil' cash (and I need another one) Rocking a different Rollie (no this not
Pöpi, mina olen pöpi, mina olen pöpi P-ö-p-i-p-ö-p-i Pöpi, mina olen pöpi, mina olen pöpi P-ö-p-i-p-ö-p-i Paata kutittaa sen sisapuolelta Tulkaa mukaan
l'zouave Au fond d'la cave Paraît qu'y a pas d'sot métier Moi, j'fais des trous dans des billets J'fais des trous, des p'tits trous, encore des p
l'zouave Au fond d'la cave Paraît qu'y a pas d'sot métier Moi, j'fais des trous dans des billets J'fais des trous, des p'tits trous, encore des p
to burn I stay on my J-O-be Nigga, me, P. Diddy, B. are-O-be [P. Diddy] The fam baby, Bad Boy [Chorus: x4] [P. Diddy] Yeah, I want
Jump suave with a P. Miller purse Handle business on the dance floor make it twurk Drop it like a dog then make it jerk If I was in it they'd call me Don
now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight So when you hear
a peasant Possessed by the power that she possesses Presented her my heart and she broke it like a profession That's P.O.P That's the P.O.P Power
Ey Ey glöm alri punk polisen är också grisar A. P. Ä. G. Hängde med grabbarna på picken en kväll Plötsligt blev det ett jävla gnäll Nån kom fram
Insert coin... P-p-p-p-pacman Pacman Eat them up, yum yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yummy Yummy Yum Yum Yum Yum Yummy Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum Yum
P. Rock (repeat 3X) "Heavy ammunition, so I don't have to dip, so.." -> E. Sermon "Pack Pistol Posse, flow some more pro shit..." -> Redman [Tame One]
gonna be so different When I'm on the stage tonight Tonight the Super Trouper lights are gonna find me Shining like the sun (Sup-p-per Troup-p
A b c d e f g h A b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p P p p p पिया g g g g जिया पिया तूने मेरा जिया ले लिया P p p p पिया g g g g जिया पिया तूने मेरा जिया
the bus, something goes wrong again Need a smoke, use my last fifty P. But the machine is broke, something's gone wrong again Something goes wrong again
the bus, something goes wrong again Need a smoke, use my last fifty P. But the machine is broke, something's gone wrong again Something goes wrong again
Pushin' P yeah, pushin' P, turn me up Turn me up, P, uh ah Pointers in the Patek and my piece I'm pushin' P copped new hammers for my P We don't want
[Chorus: P. Dot] When them guns goes off, we be ready for war When them guns goes off, bitches hit the floor When them guns goes off, and them
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