Lyrics:
Typ, der letztes Jahr mehr als ein Fußballstar verdient hat
Heut fragt Kool Savas nach Features, nur um sagen zu können
Dass er die Nummer eins kennt
and proud lika a boomboxwarrior
Come with me and you wanna see
Jump with me cause we're a family
Shout an free your teeny little voices
All by the power
Flamingo-Style
Pimp for life, Player, mich wollen Weiber küssen
Ich mach Seitensprünge wie dein Bodyguard bei Sniperschüssen von Drive-By-Schützen
Die ich auf
it
Into one form have a common goal
When I'm bombing soul on this track
Everybody knows my spirt comes intact
Never um post hande or should I say
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Want to be a baller shot
Bitch
I mean, I mean, um
I just
A lot of mothafuckas don't even understand this
The only ones who understand it is real mothafuckas
Fa, fa, fa,
er nem Salzspenderkopf gleicht
Mein Rap, wird von G's im Auto aufgedreht, wie'n Schalldämpfer vor'm Drive-By
(Schlampensohn) ey, Ich komm mit dunklen
Drive-by-Strophen kicke
Theoretisch wie die Einstein-Rosen-Brücke
Ich bin 'ne Ein-Mann-Armee
Und sie würden alles geben, um mich scheitern zu sehen
Neben mei'm
(Hundreds of young girls fast asleep in their beds are awakened by the sound of gunfire)
(Armed attackers have stormed their boarding school and set
hopping and praying that I'm bout to flop
Um yea probably not you just a hater yo poverty high.
Hold up, Hold up I'm not to worried I run up the court
done me wrong, hold up
So I got mad and I called the tow truck
And it ended up costin' you 454 bucks
But um, you should of never yelled like that
And you
(111, 111)
They ain't fucking with me, on gang (yeah)
Tell em' T, um, literally
Niggas hate on me because I'm different (tell em' T)
Yeah, I do what
"oh my god, flo you are so beautiful."
"also, i love that you call me flo because my name is Lawrence. madness
and um, you're the second person in my
der Flow edgy
Yeah, the most shady (ah), Joe Pesci
Ich fahr' 'nen Drive-by im Jeep
Während Asche auf der Rückbank an der Marlboro zieht und den
you a burner
How many times have I told you, "I want ya"
But you dey call me brother
Um, kilode oo
You dey make me stutter
I don't, I don't, I
by a thread
One more time before I go
One more night before I know
And if you see me in the evening
You're bound to see me out of my head
No one ever saw the house
Through the pine trees on the belt
Only Alice starin' out
No one ever saw me out
In the junkyard by myself
Only Alice
Baby
Ooh baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, um baby
Oh, baby
We need to, umm (baby)
Talk about where we're taking this thing
How far we're gonna let this
on this like Trident
(Kind of what?) Kind of hard to swallow ain't it?
If you can't get the picture then let me paint it
Now, um, you're just a scrub
Baby
Ooh baby
Baby, baby
Ooh, um baby
Oh, baby
We need to, umm (baby)
Talk about where we're taking this thing
How far we're gonna let this
Drive-By und fahre dich um
Party, na und?
Ich warte im Sumpf
Schubs mich nicht, weil ich am Abgrund stehe
Ich frühstücke in der Apotheke
Schubs mich
got the shit plugged in.
Another stupid one thinking Eiht's fixing to spend.
Called up the bitch like um 7:30.
Still in the bathtub, damn this was
(Crooklyn style) be in yo
Damagin' your whole premises
Don't never diss
Cause here's your address
Cause me by yes, so come test me no
Like Patra, I got it
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