Lyrics:
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
dos, tres, it's on
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone?
Like that there Boi and will still stay street
Big things happen every time we meet
on the rise
You know after 4 or 5 lines it's organized crime (Boss)
Mo money, Mo power
The world is yous, that's until I get my lead shower
Even if I
La-ser
Alright, already the show goes on
All night, till the morning we dream so long
Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
Just
just upshift the 6, convert the V4 to a broomstick
Though I tarry through the valley of death, my Lord give me pasture
If you want to be a master in
No sleep 'til
Brooklyn
Foot on the pedal
Never ever false metal
Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle
My job ain't a job
It's a damn
you hear this I'll probably already be outtie
I advance like going from toting iron
To going and buying four or five of the homies the iron man Audi
, five!
La la la la.
Take turns one by one.
One by one!
Whee!
Ride the slide one by one.
One by one!
La la la la.
Take turns one by one.
One by
[Chorus]
Ol' English (la-lala-la-la-la-la)
Ridin' by gettin' high
Smokin' on that chronic drinkin' Ol' English
Rags tied gangs signs Letters
men in Birmingham
In Guildford there's four
That were picked up and tortured
And framed by the law
And the filth got promotion
But they're still
Does he still call you just to hear you're voice?
Four - Would he be home right now, if he had a choice?
Five's a little tricky, do you think he's
Yeah so far it's alright, alright baby
X5
Yeah, it's the way we are
We were smoking by eleven and knocking 'round town
Beat 'em ups on my arm
the venitian blinds
Four years, and like wine, you got finer with time
I got a question, if the prodda dressin' and the Gucci
All got goes,
forty-four
Forty-five
Forty-six, forty-seven
Forty-eight, forty-nine (it's time to get high)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I'm smokin' all day
Ain't no
got crossed and man, his knees started wobblin'
He took four steps forward and this is what he said
He said, hey la, um de hey, oh la
Hey la, um de
as good as you'll ever be
Only way that you're ahead of me's alphabetically
'Cause if you diss me I'm coming after you like the letter V
Killing
5, 4, 3 y 2 y 1
Yo quiero la hierba y el nudo
Es lo que le queda a este cuetazo de budo
Pierde puro verde o pierdes el culo
Tu di
Ahí esta la
bargain with the mirror
You can't ever fight the hands off
Time flies by like the 4th of July sky
When the morning sun high fives the moon
It don't
though
You stuck in the friend zone, I tell that four-five the fifth, ayy
Hunnid bands inside my shorts, DeChino the shit, ayy
Try to stuff it all in,
the Orioles
the Five Satins
the easy stream of laughter
flowing through the air
Rene and Georgette Magritte
with their dog apre la guerre
Side by side they
Promote the effort and change the neighborhood preference
And keep 'em guessing from the old to the adolescent
It's J5 and it ain't no half steppin'
think I've ever been so unhappy
As I've been this last year with you
You are really a dirty, dirty guy
Did anyone ever tell you that?
Oh, uh, by the way,
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
lista de operaciones
Comando 4 y el 9
Al mando sus pistoleros
Ellos traen MP5, R15 y también cuernos
Vales con lanzagranadas
Blindado bajo sus
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