Lyrics:
Toujours heyday, de monday à sunday 4x4, 4x4 jungle jeep Fais le job very deep, fais le job véridique 4x4 noir le moteur fait beaucoup d'bruit J'ai l'épée de
Only focus on the facts Talking shit I'll get you smacked Thanks with the finger snap cnd it's Melee Kobe in his heyday Got em yelling mayday You
Every light for the right Every rider on the highway Every lie has gone now I'll slide out, slide out In the heyday Every light for the right Every
'Hesting dirdum: Heyday! A swingeing shrew. Skelp me, gar me pain, Pray soft; tender ache. Yerk me to weal daut', Sweven nor Muse Wad taw me
You are a soldier A rising sun Wait for the heyday Look far away And believe in yourself Your name's on a shelf A legend You are a soldier
dirdum: Heyday! - a swingeing shrew. Skelp me - gar me pain, Pray soft; tender ache. Yerk me to weal daut', Sweven nor Muse Wad taw me to this ruddy hue -
a diagram? All I ever want is just to fall into your human hands With the kings and queens of the dance hall craze Checkmate in three moves in your heyday But
is but a dream Show boat baby, gonna make a little green Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen Music City Queen If your heyday is faded
In my heyday Young men wrote to me Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me Everyone I saw all swore they knew me Once upon a song
In my heyday Young men wrote to me Everybody seemed to have time to devote to me Everyone I saw all swore they knew me Once upon a song
nigga Same one that used to move the yay nigga AK's in his heyday, nigga Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga Got the cubans, got the boats, got
Big Dogg, Big Dogg we fuckin wit cha This long and still strong we fuckin wit cha Some come close but they ain't fuckin wit cha Snoopy D since my heyday
And Russians are mad, so Let's live in the land of yesterday Live in the grand Imperial heyday Let's live in the land of yesterday Russia (Husha!) Let's
the papers use to say But that was in his hey-day Back in his prime he had the fans in line You should have seen him then, now look at him His hair is getting
nigga Same one that used to move the yay nigga AK's in his heyday, nigga Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga Got the cubans, got the boats, got
Of the street shit to the block Parental advised I'm feeling like Muhammad Ali in his prime Mike Jordan in his heyday Call me Jeff Gordon in that hard Top
familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your heyday Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the dark town society Come
the place upside down Till you won't recognize it at all Streets were wide open Till the break of dawn 'Twas Frisco in its heyday Imported from Hong Kong
familiar with what you played But I get such strong impressions of your heyday Looking up and down old Beale Street Ghosts of the dark town society Come
brighter day? Be their brighter day-heyday-hey All over All over All over We'll finally change With a lesson With a lesson Oh and oh no. Why
they status on the streets License plates that say they, motto This is Chicago in the heyday Similar to Good Times, I guess that I was JJ A skinny
overbearing Belligerent, foul, defiant and very disrespectful? You call that nigga the Doctor's Advocate He's a reflection of Dr. Dre in his heyday in the worst
million from Dre Day, uh Pablo Escobar in my hey-day, uh Bringing off coke that's a payday, uh On a private jet that's a mayday, uh In South America
like Motown's heyday So dope they name us all twice like we, Pelle Pelle You better be prepared to call me Billy Loco Gorde Pop my collar with none
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