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CA$HPIROV$KY CA$HPIROV$KY
CA$HPIROV$KY TDF tylko dla forsy
Jak poszła kwota tu za S.P.O.R.T. się osrał lamus
Dziś mówią „Tede jednak to tak Nostradamus"
Ja
mnie nagi tron dragi i mnie wabi to
Dzisiaj możesz wstawić sobie kreski zamiast kropek S.P.O.R.T
Spływa eliksir nagrywam w RRX i
Przy was jestem tak
said it)
Vs1 the kilo, we was trained to G-O
All these violations got me funkin' with my P.O.
They think I got Latino in me way I fuck with primo
PROVAR, O BÔLO..
CANTAMOS O PARABÉNS, AGORA VAMOS CORTAR,
UM PEDACO BEM GOSTOSO VOU SABOREAR,
EM TODA FESTA TEM QUE TER... O BÔLO, E PODE VIR Ô BOLO.
send 'em (yeah, that's right)
I got water thicker than my own blood and that shit fucking with me (it's fucking with me)
P.O. Keep fucking with Q3
soy el productor de (Cuando Los Raperos Lloran)
Puerto Rico, aquí falta un anormal
Saludo al brother Tempo en la federal
T-E-M-P-O
Tienen que
Jellyfish!
K is for Kangaroo. K, K - Kangaroo!
L is for Lion. L, L - Lion!
M is for Monkey. M, M - Monkey!
N is for Newt. N, N - Newt!
O is for Owl. O, O -
boss hogging, in a 2000 Denali
I was boss hogging, when I did that five G's show
And the shit was out of state, I said my fuck my P.O. cause uh
[Hook]
persone (?)
My homeboy Rudy, he just got out of the pen
Swears to the Virgin he ain't comin' back again
The P.O gave him rules that you know were made
Questi ragazzini sono malati, incrackati
A cui piace impucciare il cazzo nel Wasabi
Senza preservativo kamikazi
Con le Melisse P o aspiranti tali
your P.O. you won't pee-pee
Got two life sentences, if his heart stop beatin' twice, they gon' free me
Someway, one day, eventually, I can get us all
talking to
Wanna know if my mom bought a crib
Ask if she got a P.O. too
They follow my every move
What that shit gotta do with you?
It's controversay
to take the stage
We give props to those who keepin' it tight
Big ups to P.O.D. for always rockin' it right
In the middle of my cloudy day, drop to my
hope you're down
My address is (something...) P. O. Box a thousand clowns
Hazel O'Connor - P. Barrett
How could this begin
Someone held a gun took aim and fired
Thought he would win
But no one ever did
We've all been here
baby
It's the p o l a are
{what?}
Yeah the be to the e a are
{what?}
With effect and from the funk coast
Californi-a usa
{hey}
Well I be chillin
what you want me to be
So I'm a be that, for six D-I-G-I-Ts
I'm a L-you-N-A-T-I-see, 'bout to be -L-O-W-you-P, c'mon
(Chorus)
(Kyjuan)
y'all be
even let me say what's up to my hoes, B
Oh yeah, we gotta say what's up to the hoes, man
Word up let's go see our P.O
spots, shit was hot so he fled out of state
Cause he's out on parole and his p.o's dying to violate
His world is narrow he's paro cause he's on the run
changed around my mama's home
My P-O, said a nigga can't achieve pay no more
The justice system tryin' to play me with revolvin' door
Violate parole
to reload
Mapping out his murder, pissing for my P.O
Get home, he's on the couch running his mouth
Walked up to him and put his own gun in his mouth
His
the S-see two O's and a P
And I'm wicked, really really wicked
And I like stick it, and I like kick it
At the dove shack in the front niggaz got the blunts
Can't trust no P.O.G.
A Onion Head Coward or a Four C.B., uh
Elm Street, Lime Hood get crazy
Choke up on a fuckin' .380
Awol got it goin' again
K's up,
prisoners of war
Then we sort of, uh, exchange P.O.W.'s, right?
And when they get us, clear us of all our charges,
we let the big bosses live a little bit
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