Lyrics:
complain
When you niggas is past poor, you'll never hop in my lane
When you pushin' a RAV4, you wreckin' my Jaguar
You play like a bad sport, her feet
Story of my life
Well, high school seemed like such a blur
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections
And in class I dreamed all
of Grants, uh
[Street Life]
Just because you wild in the club you ain't thug
sport gloves and gold mugs you ain't thug
tattoos and hard screws
heads cause it's a black thing
Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped won't be no jacket
Consider that chocolate, mixed with that tie
Wind be on my neck
Take the beat, add a lil' heat and fillet it
You play sports? I play hoes from Sports Illustrated
Sex and the City
Your mom tryna watch, so I'll
with evil, rusty darts.
He doesn't know he's being cruel,
Just hunting for sport
Leaving us littered like buffalo.
On the prairie I'm down there dying
Sportmacher (Sport) sportmacher, ey (ey)
Sportmacher (Gang) sportmacher (Mache Sport)
Sportmacher (Jonny) sportmacher (Pislik)
Sportmacher (Locke) sportmacher
Bo życie to twardy sport
Dla tych którzy byli kiedyś dla tych którzy dziś są
Życie to twardy sport
Łatwo o poślizg po porażce wyciągnij wnioski
Życie
to shoulder, turn their heads, 'cause it's a black thing
Sport in a 'vette brings me strapped; won't be no jacket
Consider that chocolate mixed with that tie
Alchemist fuck is the deal nigga?
Uh-huh, yeah
Yeah when you hear the
Yeah
P yeah you heard of him, big ignorant chains and sports cars
way past 10
My story is rough, my neighborhood is tough
But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush
My name is Cool J, I devastate the show
oh
Ritornerò su un'auto sport
Per te lotterò young Warrior
No sangue blu, nocche bordeaux
Warrior Warrior Warrior oh oh
Ritornerò su un'auto sport
Per
Look
I stood tall
My back against the wall
Win, lose, or draw
Ima go for it all
I just wanna ball
Dream chasing is my sport
Painting with blood
A nigga looking suprised, she got my name tatted
She a fan, fuck any nigga affiliated
Went from drug dealers to sports, this bitch done graduated
But I deal
gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talking bout,
You ain't gotta have the staff of E-S-P-N
You ain't gotta have ABC staff just to talk sports baby
in back seat pete
Just do a rollin' top down ready to hit the street
Shoulder to shoulder turn their heads cause it's a black thing
Sport in a 'vette
back of them ready for a new sport
There's 4-5 suckers way way in the back
Stooped down low with the crowd smokin crack
They looking at me funny coz
of di greats
From di music to di sports
We celebrate
Big up Jamaica
Di vibes cyaan done
From di past to di present
We shine like di sun
Vybz Kartel
remember baby
Keep it in mind
That love is not a sport
It's not a game
Hey you, remember baby
Keep it in mind
Love is not a sport
It's only a flame
Maybe
Miało być pięknie, wydałem na pierdoły pensję
Tylko już czekam na to, kiedy na mnie spadnie więcej
All night long
Budzik off
Wyłączyłem sport mode,
Yeah, yeah if this ain't a crime
She wanna explore
We jump in the F sport
I'm bumping some me yeah
I'm bumping some Blair yeah
And that Sade yeah
BLONDE EN OR
Une blonde en or chassis grand sport qui se balade
Là sous mon nez je vois vibrer tous ses trésors
Quelle dynamite mes yeux font tilt
drives a sports car
To the Warner Brothers ghost
He used to live in England
Now he loves the coast (chorus)
Some times a friend comes by
To sing
Ты мой самый любимый сорт - cлаще, чем лимонад
Мы прыгнем в Range Rover Sport вдыхая этот аромат
Самый любимый сорт и дорога на старт
Мы едем в
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