Lyrics:
in the sheets
Apparently she a freak, she know I married the streets
Told her, "Tuck all the P's and cemetery the yeeks"
Ben and Jerry'd the piece,
our cash in, put threats in the hospital
Young P, When I was 13 I had dreams
To do what LL did and Run DMC
Dirty little fuck, learnin how to aim my P
R.I.P. to the competition
Uh, funeral, yeah (ow)
I got 'em
Shout out to my enemies
Shout out my competitors
Shout out to my mini me's,
I hope
que je suis bon gars
Alors, Jo, hein, pourquoi ça?
J´ai une p´tite tache de lune
Qui dans mon œil fait joujou
Rien qu´un p´tite tache de lune
Grosse
Ma môme, ma p´tite gosse on va faire la noce
J´ t´emmène en carrosse jusqu´à Robinson
Vas-y, fais-toi belle sors tes ribambelles
De blanches
feel like Cell (Cell)
And I'm schizophrenic, might do damage like the cell
R.I.P. my brother, rob some banks, put 'em in that cell
They can't
yea
You gon' pop it 4 my nigga P-I, M-P
Cause he out there with my nigga B-I, and P-A-C
Streets fuck with you and I can see why, you a G
You could
You,T, P, in the buildin'
Sinista on the' track
I'm ridin' dirty, way low to the grass
Whole hood payin' attention to me showin'
I just cooked up
Kelina from P.C could fight it (uptown Rucker)
Up in the peach, yeah the weed atleast he could light it (then what?)
THEN ZEKE SHOT (SHOT), THEN E KILLED
touch the floor.
Mothafucka, get on "SPIt ROW"
Like I said you already know; P-O-P-I-M-P.
I gotta beg for yo body,
Girl I need yo body,
I see
and make it push in outer space
Hey, we won't see the end
P-P-P-Party till our colors blend
Party till Saddam's your friend
Never drop a bomb again
single bed
P-p-p-pour out the wine
And we could explore each other's minds
T-t-t-time don't half fly
When the pleasures of night are reaching so high
Oh, love r.i.p
If you say that you're not serious
Walk away and just forget about us
Hey baby, I'm not gonna take it this time, oh no
If you say
They're really rockin Boston
Pittsburgh, P. A.
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
Way down in New Orleans
on my p's
Smokin' gettin' motivated
Just chillin' with nuthin' but playas
Hatin' as I can be
Relaxed and bumpin' some Johnny Taylor
Feelin' good
Child]
dynamite I'm tossin
hatas crossin
its da end bitch
you runnin into bullet proof
hoe, we still da Triple 6
Prophet to da P
earsin niggas that
be the girl I was before
I'ma let the good things in my life rain down
From the sky, drop like confetti
All eyes on me (yeah), so V.I.P (yeah)
pas resté petit
Donc j'suis pas devenu astronaute et j'roule des fusées pas des p'tits
Le p'tit rêve plus d'un p'tit 50, le bruit du shifter l'fait
to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V I P puffing mary jane
Splinters still in my hand
you||Lina:|We're bringing the party to ya|A-S-A-P don't ya|It's as simple as A-B-C|We Got whatcha need|We got the power of five|Coming with is F-Y-I|S-P-G doing
O Luís não caminhava,
A doença o impedia.
À janela ele passava
Várias horas do seu dia.
A olhar p’rós passarinhos
Que saltitavam no chão,
Vagueava
vip, vip, vip
El pasito v.i.p
Vip, vip, vip, vip, vip, vip, vip, vip
Vip, vip, vip, vip, vip, vip
El pasito v.i.p
Esto es pa que rompan
La shorty
desse jeito pai endoida
Na P*** você se joga a noite toda sem parar
Oh safadinha, bate palma com a bundinha
Rebola, depois empina até o painho G***
Depois
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