Lyrics:
Um azul é pintado
Agora a luz já brilha
Estou ciente p'ra ver
A virtual armadilha (Que)
Empalidece o saber
Estão presos no tempo
Sem ver o que o tempo
molle
Pis d’aut’ qui r’virent folles
Après l’école, après l’école
Après l’école, le p’tit Stéphane Vachon de Rosemont
En répétant un tour de magie
Pour un
Eu não vim para ser prudente (não)
Com nenhuma das minhas falas
Só porque os olhos dessa gente
'Tão ondeu eu arruma as balas
Olha p'a eu
(P) Bess, you is my woman now,
you is, you is!
An' you mus' laugh an' sing
an' dance for two instead of one.
Want no wrinkle on yo' brow nohow,
grillz like
Just like - anything to prove right, prove right
Would like to R.I.P in real life
R.I.P in real life
We should - be resting while we breathe
First things first, it's R.I.P. Frog
All of my life I wanted to be Frog
I ask myself "Why the fuck did you leave Frog?"
All of you're goals you can't
quero ser
p'ra lá do que consigo ver
p'ra trocar as perguntas que faço
e no fim
mudar
correr contra o tempo
encontrar
esta voz que eu insisto em
Hook:
(Dr. Jermz)
I like the way you move
I like the way you do
(BigMoneyHatcha)
P-H-X P-H-X
This the city of sex
I don't fuck wit broke hoes
în p*** mea, facem casă atât de bună
După care am zis că mă las de femei
Pân' la primul weekend singur... that's so fucking, fucking gay
OK, am zis că
p'nei Shabbat nekabelah.
Likrat Shabbat lechu ve-nelcha,
ki hi mekor ha-beracha.
Mei'rosh mi-kedem nesucha,
sof ma'aseh be-mach'shava techila.
Lecha
J'suis p't-être pas assez grand
Assez fort, assez gros
Pour tenter de tenir
Tout c'qu'on a de beau
J'ai p't-être pas assez de glitter
Sur ma tuque,
some reason motherf* would think that something's wrong with the group.
What they fail to realize that when it comes to M.O.P. it's M.O.P. for your whole
Papa dit pas grand chose, Maman voudrait que j'lui parle
Moi, j'me livre à p'tites doses et sur des notes de guitare
Mon père m'appelle, on s'dit
foi culpa da lua, eu te perceber
a culpa foi sua, me fez querer você
ainda te ouço, me dizendo assim
me abraça e depressa
você é feito p'ra mim
diz
amar...
Yeah yeah yeah...
Faça chuva Faça sol,
Nada vai poder mudar,
P'ra sempre vou te amar,
Mesmo que estejas perdida,
Sem um porto de abrigo,
Do teu
A n'étais né fois p'tite pétasse qué nétaittoute mitoufflée dé rouge
et qué né s'appelait lé p'tit raton rouge.
La mammou dé praton né dit un
vous amusiez
Tout en suivant mes p'tits solos
Je ramasse mon argent
Pour m'acheter une belle guitare
Et quand j'saurai jouer
Je vous jouerai de la
he got p’s out in coppin
I took a trip out to Coppin to grab me two P's
Some of my brothers turn to enemies
All that I love, it turned to jealousy
Yeah yall suckaz need to stop copying man
Let me show you how Crazy Peppsta does this shit
Cray- Crazy P
Is the fucking realest G
Spittin heat
fan
I got a fur like killa cam
I really do not give a damn
Say Fuck Uncle Sam like
Ayye
Nigga this B.O.T
Fuck the C.O.P
Nigga this U.S.A
We trust in
before you step to me...
Where you from wodie?, I'm from the C-P-3
Y'all really down to ride with us
Cross side get wild with us
Get it crunk all the way
Quando eu era pequenina
P'ra me enfeitar as orelhas
Minha mãe punha-me às vezes
Quatro cerejas vermelhas
E toda tola, lembro-me ainda
Ia p'ra escola
Vulimm e sold p campa chiù assaj
Nu fann a felicità ma già saj
Nun capisc nient e quant'è over
o cavall spess le ra a ber
Chian chian sto pijann
From father to son from son to father
My light the one they called him Alder
Mann for short a twin to me
He called him up it's r.i.p
From father
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