Lyrics:
Conexión pa Hoolywood
Shhh
Fumando la mejor yesca del club
Andaba en la party mas Caribú
Cotorreando al Dr Dree y al Snoop
50 cent nos saludo
Ho ho ho
Peso
sento io il king a volte
Come mufasa
Timbo nere le abbino con la mia pelle
Corro troppo per te puoi chiamarmi vettel
Sono in giro con many man
50 cent
Ke
sexy and they shaking titties and booting meat
I got power like 50 cent
I ain't switching my gang, so it ain't no recruiting me
In the streets, I be
endless
I go and never stop
It's like I'm rapping off of 10
Know what I'm saying?
(popping pills) Paying 20 cents
I got 50, just a lil bit, just a lil,
The streets had me in a trance, pistol in my pants
Only fifty cent to my name but had the power in my hands
I did it my way (my way)
Did my own thing (yeah)
to vážne hovno
Po ceste zdutý domov som počúval svoj detský rap
V 13tich som chcel mať hlas ako 50 Cent
V štvrtej bráne býval tučný rozmaznaný Jožo
Problémy
no sleep
And if I don't get my hustle on then I can't eat
Bitch I feel like 50 cent back in 03
Talking thru my teeth uh
Swagger so elite uh
Bitch I'm
They was just checking they ain't get two cents
I was just walking by came with the gents
Finna cross long borders we gon jump high fence
Heard I'm
Ho's hate, so I walk by slow-mo
You can't derail my mojo
You niggas suck no homo
We blow joe, we blow up what
Blow joe, blow joe, blow joe, blow joe,
24
My crew's out to collect nuthin' but major dough
Floss around like kingpins in a rag 5-0
Can't nuthin' touch us - cause we's a
Tight-ass click
test because I ain't never been no ho
I be breakin' bricks, I'm with the clan
If you ain't split it 50-50, why you call me your mans
And we ain't
Yeah, makin', makin' money, man
Y no e' 50 Cent
Real talk, subiendo de level everyday
Andamo' camuflajeao' pa' que no me vean
Mami, esta noche te vas
Pulled up on my ho wit' my new bankroll
And my old ho, she don't wanna let me go, yeah
We got 20s, 50s, 100s, sum you'd never know
Ayy, I'm so sick
the bitch
Years passed by
Now you stuck with that bitch
Ya fighting mo' and mo' now you
Fed up with the bitch
But you knew that was a ho when
You hooked up
the champion sound (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Believe, believe (swerve)
Yugh! It's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather,
Non ha senso inseguire valori effimeri
Abbandonando i Valori Eterni
Classic
Sei cresciuto con 50cent io con 50 MC
Bella Frate' non mi giro se mi
ho's
Stop fucking with these
Quickest arithmetic
Shit I don't need on sale
Twenty dollars and fifty cents
A fifty dollar bill leave my wallet
Feeling
it homie come 50 cent
Se ci son di mezzo soldi e donne
Diventan tutti femmine
Mi si vedono i boxer
Stanno cascando gli skinny
Ed ho le tasche vuote
about time, Captain, by now we must be 52 billion miles off course. They?re traveling faster than lightning.
KWIRK
Lt. Eubangdere, where are
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Fuck I look like gettin caught slippin by a thot ho
I want all the beef I keep them shells like a taco
I be gettin to the cheese
Grow (yeah)
Hello? Yeah where you at?
(yeah yeah)
I'm down by uh, the Ya Mean, right now nigga
Takin care of this school, ya mean?
Real quick, ya
Yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Ayy, don't you know I got ki's by
ain't good for trial
Pull up to the projects and throw the kids 100's
Drop top Phantom got him sick in his stomach
[50 Cent]
Nigga this Boo-Boo
But
watchin' the industry try and ho you
Asian Doll talkin', but shawty, I don't know you
I never met you, nor have I heard a song
And nor have I seen
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