Lyrics:
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
Well I have been in here for two or three days and they
won't let me out! No. They've left me stuck in this here studio and what can I do but mumble
zeker wel gewoon baden
De avonturen van de e x ti n cee
E x ti n cee yeah
De avonturen van de e x ti n cee
Tot in de avonduren
E x ti n cee
E x ti
seat
You are what you eat
So what you eatin'
Same message to your mind
Be self defeatin'
Sick 'n' tired of bein' sick
And tired of bein' beaten
game, heroin in
The vain, fuck'n with there brains. Who the next nigga
Ta get popped by a cop? Who the next in the hood 2
Get shot? I hope it ain't me,
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
And when I see you I'ma take what I want
So, you tried to front, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
You ain't real, hope ya (got yo'self a gun)
My, first album
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
Passie voor de puurheid die gaat dwars door alles heen
En ga vol voor het leven - als 2001 Brain
2.
M’n uitdaging aan de top te staan en gaan maak baan
vir die moffies met guns
En kom soek Parow by die bar as jy lus is vir 'n man
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou
Eksie, eksie ou, eksie ou (Hallo)
Eksie, eksie
Even if takes the slower minds a little bit of time to feel me.
Recollect the 15 million I've sold or the 30 times I went gold and if you take 2 puffs
Just dropped a album but I still ain't got no time for sleepin'
I might wake up, drop a mixtape for no reason
Influence you lil' niggas, happy that you
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs
Yo Thug Brothers
Big N.O.R.E. and Pun,
AniEmBy eu juro para ti
CORO (4x)
Eu....,Não...,Vou...,Desistir de ti
Dê a César o que é de César Album
Cjottamoz
I
A vol d'oiseau, 8600 KM nous séparent
J'vis au Brésil et toi en France
Les gens nous disent c'est de la folie
Mais moi j'en ris
La distance nous
vleis)
En jy los nooit jou two tone hemde by die huis
Jy wys jou vleis
Jy wys jou vleis (Wys jou vleis)
Jy wys jou vleis
Jy wys jou vleis
Ek's 'n vol
you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
tomiwa-dandan
Aperire Ti D'Oba Lola
I'm out for my daily 2k
Baba wa Gbemisoke
Igba ti n pada wale
Kin kore oko dele
I'm out for my daily 2k
Baba ma je n rago o
Je zou maar haten en geen shit regelen
Je bent gewoon een nietsnut
Ik kom van noodles eten nu culinair biefstuk
Double C me bagga tis een wonder
Album Mode Door : A. Hathot
Ik Raakte mezelf kwijt. Keek vol walging in de spiegel wie the fuck ben jij? Je bent mr. feesten al the Focking time.
'n vol bloed boer antie, jy mag maar koekeloor
Daar's niks waarvoor ek skrik nie
Camo is my pel, and I know I wear it well
En daar is niks anders wat
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
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