Lyrics:
a star for that shit,
And you can learn a lot by jacking jacking my style
jacking jacking my style, Y?all been jacking for a while,
Fresh from Argentini,
and we winning by ten
We proudly win, we all -? - up
(Boo) You in my house, you get no love
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
you" on it
You took love and I took you
I don't wanna drive by
I don't wanna drive by
I don't wanna drive by your side no more
Your side of the city
98' kurwa, 16 czwórek
4 szesnastki kurwa, jak chcesz
Michu zajebisty jest ten bit, wiesz?
Jak Mobb Deep
Nie pasuje Ci to, to wyjazd
Odbij cipo,
years gone by, and I'm stuck working nine to five
That 98 Corolla, rusted and totalled
I kept the spare key but nothing else survived
Not seventeen, not
„Smash" na taśmie
Ta nieważne jak znajdę to ci oddam
W '98 bym nie oddał to norma
Nie nosiłbym ci teczki ty byś miała mnie za głupka
Pewnie bym ci ją
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
Toutes les femmes sont des reines
But some are more eager than others.
Some shatter a man's dream
By breaking away from their lover.
Cette
początek (właśnie)
Jak i koniec w '98
W dziewięćdziesiątym ósmy w '98
Hip hop muzyka stary tym się kieruj
To jest tak zastanów się kogo kryć chcesz
Ja i
drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz
See that shelter by the road
That's where I used to go
With my friends, with my friends
But I didn't know
Drinking til we went home
Until we
love her face
By Monday I'll have a new bae
They cannot attack me
Run up on who and get left on the backstreet
Hoes take wood and get put in a taxi
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
attached to 98 Dalmatians
Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light, light
Yo, I know I had you waitin'
But death was
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
See if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave
All mommies I harbor for vouch for me
Tell 'em bout the time all your mommas couch mommy
All
hangin' out the window screamin' there I go
Me and my niggas in the 98 black Volvo
And the diamonds bezeled ready I yes this me
Ride with us come see
doper than the fluid cellur
I flip it all up by myself
I give my niggas recipes
So they can turn to something else
They love to work
That's why I
Therefore, so I decree: my sociology come from the people I meet
The shit that I shoot with smokers on backstreets
Passed trees. Past being a mathlete, small
machines.
Face judge, jury, and male GPs,
found guilty, careless, callous,
cold, and told the things we're always told by the
gentle, prime-time moralist
the window-High up into the sky
My head is filled with broken bones and words that dont apply
I had a job as a pianoplayer in a town by the atlantic coast
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