Lyrics:
Rappelle-toi que même les morts de Gomorrhe Sodome
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
C'est quoi vos blazes?
Rim-k AP, 113
Vous représentez quoi?
Dans ta race, 9.4 poto
20 ans après j'suis toujours là
Y en a des histoire sous mes Stan Smith
Chaque trottoir du 9.4 se rappelle de moi
J'traverse les époques comme des
C.T.L
Since'94あなたと時重ねる程
全て欲しくなるけど
肩書きは
Just a woman who really love you
愛･･･
月の船かロケットか
銀河をかける鉄道に乗って
このまま二人で地球を見下ろそう
夢の続きを見させて このまま
また目を閉じる
強い想いは 時に誰かを
C'est le mzé des Como'co, ewa
L'Algérien Lacrim
9-4, la crème de la crème
Eh, p'tit con quand tu t'réveilles
J'ai dépassé la ligne d'arrivée
les baffles j'te mets des baffes
La vérité c'est que tant que je serai dans le rap tu l'aura dans le cul
9.4 puissance de frappe
94, Le Val de Marne
Ma musique
Le 9-4
La violence, la violence
C'est la violence c'est direct la violence
Pour les nerveux la violence la violence, la violence!
Ma musique
Le 9-4
La violence, la violence
C'est la violence c'est direct la violence
Pour les nerveux la violence la violence, la violence!
Des meufs en mode consentantes
Pour les mecs en mode cowboy, solitude
Pour les détenus en mode branlette
Livre de uc
J'suis en mode 94, j'suis en mode
Hänge mit den Broskies Courtside heute 9-4
Morgen Hawaii
Noch paar Dinge auf der Timeline
Doch schmeiß mich aus dem Cockpit Skydive, ey
Hänge mit
Hey c'est 94 Mafia k'1 Fry enfoiré (Aaah)
94 Qu'est-ce tu vas faire enfoiré? Rien mec
Rien raging bull c'est le track
C'est le traquenard
La rage,
style est certifié
Le A, le K, le E, le T, le O, 95, couz’
Tkt le style est certifié
Six coups MC, 94, rappeur d’instinct
Joue pas le justicier
Tkt le
on my shoulder, God knows I was one happy man.
And I went to heaven that night in her arms in my cabin.
In the winter of '94 there burned such
Geah, we in the muthafuckin house
Eihthype in the muthafuckin house bitch, for the 94
Ain't no love ho, uh
And right about now Niggas On The Run
with a bottle of blue
I'm drinkin' Bombay Saphire, what's up with you?
You want a Tangueray or that Seagram's?
I'm on that 94 proof, fuck them weak
ridin' low in the Chevy
Make this '94 feel like a Bentley
Fucked up, turnt up, piped up, gripped up
Turnt up, tryna kill the pain with my sick cup
that '94 HipHop - I got you
If you ain't got nowhere to go - I got you
Vip passes to my show - I got you
Come to my crib
Let's take it slow - I got
shoulder, God knows I was one happy man.
And I went to heaven that night in her arms in my cabin.
In the winter of '94 there burned such a powerful flame.
with a bottle of blue
I'm drinkin' Bombay Saphire, what's up with you?
You want a Tangueray or that Seagram's?
I'm on that 94 proof, fuck them weak
fighting the odds
Like a lion, yo, I fight for my pride
That's my people, not my ego
Like an eagle vision's as far as the skies
9-4 we rocking all the way
God knows I was one happy man
And I went to heaven that night
In her arms in my cabin
In the winter of '94 there
Burned such a powerful flame
They
on the run
Shit, Long as they make guns motherfucker
Here we come it'S got to be right
It's got to be true in '94
All us niggas want more, you know
It's like
Damn hey, close yo' muthafuckin' mouth
Shut yo' muthafuckin' mouth!
This is how we going to to this in '94
Here we go time to size these niggas up
the less
So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress
[Chorus]
'94 ('94) still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against
have done in ‘94
(ah)
So I just want you to dance
Just like the Labradors
Jumping just because
And I just want to let them be
Even the sleeping
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