Lyrics:
prix d'la hagra
Ils sont tous ttus-ba comme la terre de Roland-rros-Ga
Tu fais pas la révolution avec un pull Che Guevara
Mon fils, à 6 ans, conduit
What's her name (x6)
She was called Thérèse
And she had braces
One of those girls with strange faces
Living in Kingston or Paris, or London
that..
[hook]
One, two, three, 45.'s,
Six, seven, eight, nine milli-meter
Ten, eleven, twelve gauge pump nigga [4x]
A nigga riding with stealers,
girl get over here
The Southern moon exposes killers
The Southern moon is hot like fire
The Southern moon it knows our weakness
Trips you up like
over your casket
His son didn't make that trip, so I guess he's a lucky bastard
[Chorus]
We plot and we plan, but everything's controlled by higher
a saxophone
After a long trip and I'm heading home
The quiet morning when I wake alone
That kind of blue I can't remember
But it makes me swear that I
and told my Mom how my day went
She said, "If they were laughing you don't need the,
"Cause they're not good friends"
For the next six hours I tried
"Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips
Reduced to silkscreen hand job new car ego trips
And it's just endless combinations of the same old
unappreciative
Wanted a perfect life
Yeah smile then die old
Fame, money, women
Phat cribos and white gold
Drive my own Beemer
Before I hit two six
abused...your handle must be "Blues"
Then six months later, Joe made me his wife
(CHORUS)
"Blues" had been my handle
'Cause life had served me a handful
shine
We feel good,
We feel fine...
6. Diamond Drops
Diamonds drops covering your breasts
Diamonds drop covering your sex
Rain to river, sparkling
sono un soldato
Sono un solda da da dato sono un soldato! sono un soldato
Sono addestrato! Allarme! Allarme! Non uccidete un musulmano!
vi faccio
lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the black-and-tan flows free
Where there's six in a bed by the old pierhead
And it's Liverpool town for me
It's
me get away
But you ain't ready for 'Kiss
Got the Chevy and the Six
Wrists heavy and shit
Matter of fact we gonna take a trip
And put the daps up
Look, it's six o'clock, I'm hoppin' outta the bed
Rain fallin', callin' X, but my phone line's dead
I guess my bills ain't paid, no ride to work
écoutaient d'la dance, tout c'que j'détestait
Pour les braves mecs c'étaient la kiff-fun ou la soul
Et moi j'me faisait tailler pour eux j'étais dans un trip
Live yo' life, get yo' ice
She been with you since day one nigga, trick on yo' wife
Spend that dough, when in doubt, take that trip
She ain't livin
The trip started well, they packed up their bags and packed into the cars
Made the six hour drive to wrap up the year with friends that they love
-Repeat
[CHORUS]
Time to get right, ride down I95
Might see me at Iny
Wednesday night 4 - 5 - 6
Head track, Monday night fat break fsss
Take
bustas in my rear view
but see they game, so lame, I can hear through
I Hens doggin at the bar, actin real nice (real nice)
Six pack of Hen, straight
terms of low ??] with devilish intentions
Poppin' [?? shit out ??] but didn't nobody listen
On my way six feet under the ground or up in state prison
If
with some 6 x 9's
So when you sing people hear you sang
I'm a nigga so baby I'm a do these thangs
Pioneers blastin' out Aretha Franklin
Sometimes I'm
Man, you can hit it if you want to
Hennessy and coke so got me actin' a fool
I'm on a 1-10, baby take a trip with me
I get you to the gus and you can
hide, cotton up six figgas
Day for day on the block, watching thangs get bigger
Build an empire, the boss of the street game
Stack it up real pretty,
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