Lyrics:
a game thats like lego
Im not 5 man does it look like i eat the eggo
Im gonna get on the get go
Away from the 17 year old game
But now i gotta play
Girls give me shots when I play them Ashanti
Hit my nigga AJ when I'm in the UK
Red Mercedes waiting up in terminal five
This shit so clean, I put
akože ahojte, všetci rozjebaný výborne to som chcel
No bola by to škoda, boha
Weirdstreet je droga
Spoza dôjde týpek s pohárom v ruke
Neviem z akej piče,
money now,
Cause I'm out here livin this hustlas life.
I be workin all day but no 9 to 5,
And you know we don't play when it's time to grind. That's how
native son,
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans,
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done.
Dealin' cards with the old men in
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
a little kickback
Hundreds on hundreds got a good batch
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't never ever get your bitch back
You ain't
blok, aleluja
Za to kde som by som sa chcel poďakovat iba sebe, vďaka Lukáš
Hudba do ulic pre stokárov aj skurvysynov
Večeral som v hoodě, mám raňajky
impossible it was a homicide mommy cried Aj I’m by her side I’m a get these niggaz back I swear to God baby bro you know that I’m a GeneraL it’s gon be bout
pomoc
Za všetky moje chyby platím hotovosť
Ooh, yeahViem, že by sa chceli dostať medzi nás
Myslia si, že pristúpiš na pravidlá
Vidím v tebe veci,
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
Five hundred days
I've been too stuck to my ways
I've been so out of my place
Yeah, I'm a slave
Five hundred years, it's a race
Shackles and buckles
First 48 and yellow tape keep you from comin' through
I ain't been asleep in 'bout five days
My niggas crackin' card, they made five plays
When I see
you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the train they call the city of New Orleans
And I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin'
know me, I'm your native son"
I'm the train they call The City of New Orleans
I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards
That little student
We keep it hundred keep it safe for The rainy days
I keep my thirty by my side cause I'm never safe
I got the bag inside the safe for
of that maybac and it cost five hundred thou
When the nigga, spent then with a smile
Stacking numbers that alarm and race
White house still moving bricks
repeating that?
Nigga, I'm rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can't rap, Jack?
I'm in a dolphins dream, I got it for 'em raw
fakt chcelo, mohol som mať o 100 žien viac
Mohol som mať zlatú reťaz a na nej mať pripnutý zo zlata polmesiac
Keby sa mi fakt chcelo, bol by som dávno v
paper illustrate my days in blue
Depicted in many shades
Many ways to catch a fade
And match the skies as colors come to shift
Sun sets at about six
AJ's
five hundred when day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
It's halfway home and we'll be there by
five hundred when day is done
Nighttime on the City of New Orleans
Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee
It's halfway home and we'll be there by
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
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