Lyrics:
comme Néo dans la matrice
J'fume et j'oublie à quel point ma vie est triste
Jeune négro des blocs HLM, j'suis
Le singe le plus cool des rayons H
Nutte, keine Fugazi
Schlechtes Reifenprofil von Drive-bys auf MCs (pow, pow)
Komm' auf die Bühne mit Motorradhelm
Fick Coco Chanel, wir sind ein
bih, yeah, you know I'm that bih
I make the typical chicks pick up a twitch
Q.H. initial, gold stamp on my kicks
Lay it out for me gracefully, I
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
Feels so good to be a bad girl
He's making me be a bad girl
Feels so good to be a bad girl
I've been tied down
by him for too damn long
I've had my share
on a free date
Chicken fingers, LSD tab and a V8
Rolling up the grass, puff pass like a relay
Ever since I used to say phat, with a P-H
Mario and Bowser
right, that's why I took that left
Come up on a check,i did that by myself
We go anywhere,any place, with the name hold weight
Its tk and that's
not lame, I got game, H-you double are - I to the Cane. So get your things hope on the horse you came, I think it's by time you swang.And do your thing
nickle thang, relate it
Captain saver
Never huch and trust homie
Shake and fake some phonies
Got the Poni-es
Whizzahs!
On the po-one
H-Spotter
Then
Music, lyric and arrangements by Daniel Gildenlöw
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you hear a sinner's prayer
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Won't you help
gotta, gotta get paid
now fuck someday
blocks of the chalk
and a spoon full of H (aye)
stay with more choppers
than the mutha fuckin HAs
true call up
Tell you what
Let's fuck with this course first
Just put it down (breathing in)
F-L-E-S-H
Running this whole motherfucking
Chorus (2x)
Flesh
Hype, Bone Thugs, H-Posse
Hordenleben, all eyez on me
Auswendig, nur kein Wort verstehen
Im Carhartt abhängen am Rondell
Und träumen, wenn ich groß bin
up on a check
I did that by myself
We go anywhere, any place
With the name whole way
Its TK and that's the Ca$h, ho fix ya face! (ho fix ya face)
to ganstafy your mind (your mind)
my affiliation is the M-O-be (O-B)
seven smash artists young H-O-G (O-G)
got the hook up on anything that you need
Upon the throne of souls possessed
[Lead: M.H.]
[Lead: S.R.]
When the sun sets forever
And the mist is calling our names
Fall into eternal pleasure
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
bounced out of jail
Got my niggas all, took my blanket and I bail
Called the street from H-O-T, central lock up by when
I'm on my way out, boo-koo niggas
anywhere without my weapons.
Well I grew up on the palms, I was raised by bikers.
Got a friend in Quenton another in Rykers.
At the age of 21 Rancid Punx,
Baby baby, yeah
Baby baby, yeah
(H Money)
Wish I could start it over
Baby I need you over
Wish I could taste
kiss you down by your waist
He
Y'all wishin' I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain't got the right mind for that (uh uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin' just like H-O-V is
Y'all are
Never jaded by the coochie, anti gemstone
Negro classic like a vintage muscle two-tone
Laundry after 8 p.m what I grew up on
No cash on camera,
kill you in a row
Move slow when I pass by
'Cause it's going get serious on a second when a nigga like me get high
I don't get stoned fuckin
fake'ów w grze co sprzedali tanio skórę
Jak Bun B chciałeś byś Trill OG
A sprzedałeś frajerze gdy zawinęły Cię z paczką psy
Chciałeś być gangsta jak Z Ro na
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