Lyrics:
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
+ (Wyclef Jean)]
It's been three years (AH!), livin this fast life
I think on it, I know one day I won't have life
People don't know me over
Nie chcę dresów 3XL mój styl się tam nie mieści
Nie chcę żółtych kicksów i różowej czapeczki
Najlepsi w noszeniu drogich ubrań z nimi nie zrównam
buss
We really came up from nun
I can't fuck with no bum
I ain't from Philly, I could show you how to crack a bell
Aye, get that dope sold before it
bumstickitty, bum huh
I got that old rump-pum-pum-pum
A punk'll jump up to get him a beat down
At least sound, I sound like these clowns, like he sound
My
know is walk ups, never did a drive by
Got a different type of walk when that AP out
I just dropped me a three in ice
Sure one cup
Lil' bitch mad at me,
this gang shit, fucking up my life
One, two, three, you gon' die right on sight
It's a lie, I don't play by my life
You gon' shoot, you gon' fight like
Baby girl forgot to wear panties
So I smacked her on the bum bum
Baby girl love her daddy
Daddy, he play rough
And daddy like to make his baby girl
Forty-fourth and Second
Group two:
Little Italy's a secret
Group three:
Bleecker's further than I reckoned
Group two:
By the courthouse
Group three:
Near
to school again
You won't find me 'til the clock strikes three
I'm gonna be there 'til then
I gotta go back, back, back to school again
Whoa, whoa, I gotta
INTRO
I got that wifey pussy
Macaroni gushi
We can 3 way if she run into me
I got that wifey pussy
Macaroni gushi
HOOK
Don't play wit dis
a moment goes by
That I don't pray to the sky
Please, I'm beggin' you God
Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job
Yo I hope you can hear me
siedem jeden siedem cztery
Nie ma dróg rozstaju 3W jednym z tu konarów
Nie chcesz żebym zrobił z twego snu koszmaru
Nadciąga pułk ułanów spodziewaj się
Fifty Grand
Kick beats like Van Damme
That fighting ass nigga? Yes, it's the B
I break with the bonus
Bumrush bums and bitch-ass opponents
Bucks plug out
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me
Track master
We see you Tone
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Taking off the bars from the cell is how I make my living
Lord not be smitten by the cage and the angry men willing
Sta cat to lines with
Kurtis Blow
'81 I was potty trained to Treacherous Three
No more pee-pee on the bedding and sheets
Christmas Eve '82 I'm standing by the clock
Praying
and your bum and on your poo
Sitting, ruminating bout your poo and wee and poo
I am asking myself, am I any better than your poo?
But I gotta get out
by four for four bar intro (talk vibes 8)
Yeah baby We getting guap in the city
Niccas gettin busy w/ 2 - 3 hanging around / they follow the sound
"Kuiii"
No cap like knee
Take a shot on three, smoke on tree
Slurping by the sea
Tea, get the sugar
I'm not bee, I'm not drinking it with honey
Thought I
favours and he embarrassed us by slapping us in public when we were younger
In Tunisia, he slapped my sister on the bum so many times that another tourist
Crazy as a loon
He throw us all in jail
For carryin' harpoons
Ah me I busted out
Don't even ask me how
I went to get some help
I walked by
We put up our tent on a dark green knoll outside of town
By the train tracks and a seagull dump
Topping the bill was Horse-Faced-Ethel
And her
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