Lyrics:
frite, elle m'a parlé
D'un pote à elle qu'est journaliste à V.S.D
Qu'écrit parfois dans Rock and Folk
Sous un faux nom
Pis qui serait pédé comme un
at me
Like you ain't gone be happy 'til you puff on this fatty
Smoke five years straight, made the mistake of tryin' it
Say I got no problem, but I
fleur du baston
V'là la bête humaine, voila l'autre allumé
Je dis "Salut Georges", t'aime pas tellement ça
Tu veux qu'on appelle de ton surnom de voyou
d'amore non ho provato dolore.
L'invidia di ieri non e' gia' finita, sta' sera v'invidio la vita.
Ma adesso che viene la sera ed il buio, mi toglie il
five days for the man to come for me
I know our faith is strong and belief is all we need
It was those lonely nights that tried our hearts
It was
tout est vénal
On s'casse de la scène du crime ma daveuse sur un V-max, ouais ouais
C'est bien du rap de sale nègre, welcome to the jungle
Cul HS,
soft,
He better get it on up, and break me off,
Some body fly high, who's 6'5,
who's shy that's the kind of man I need because I'm free.
Single,
Man this is necessary on the contrary my 5'9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry
These Cats be lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they know
She got
[Operator]
This is the MCI operator
I have a collect call from..DREAMER
Who is an inmate in a California State prison
To accept charges press 5 now
Though no high-hung bells or din
of braggart bugles cry it in
What is sound? Nature's round
Makes the Silver Jubilee.
Five and twenty years
track's five miles long oh doo-dah day
Goin' to run all night, goin' to run all day
I'll bet my money on the bobtail nag, somebody bet on the bay.
here for you let me hear you say
H.I.G.H.E.R. L.O.V.E.
Sitting in front of the t.v. late one afternoon
Saw a man that would change my life, make my balding head rebloom
His name is Mr. Sperling, his
five a.m I don't know what
I'm doing up and on the floor
It's just so strange to see
The grace that's raining down on me
(raining down on me)
I'm real, and my steel's up for hire
Ain't givin a fuck, better duck or get bucked in the crossfire
Killin to me is just a job
My 9 to 5's homicide,
an plus she seen the folks on T.V
Ya know the game, it ain't about Mercedez an Jewels
It's the way I pop my feast that got yo girl in the mood
I'm a real
many things that none would say
About Love, tonight...
She said Love
Tonight...
Love x 5
Love, it always finds a will
It sees its way through anything
frontin'
Straight to the car wash on Crenshaw
At the 5 o' clock, it's nuthin' but a Mardi Gras
Fellas out there clownin' on the hoochies
Tryin' to set it
Five trillion worlds
Of war paint adorns my face
Like twilight dancing with the stars in deep space
People once celebrated my name and my grace
While
Tearing down the back straight
Wheel to wheel
He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
When the lights go green
Rushy's gonna scream
The wildest boys you
of funk for the rough poke
V-Town, the city for the downstroke
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3: Beesh ]
Now I'm too funked out for my playas
And I'm not trippin off
With forty-fives and flashlights
Fuckin' around with thug niggas
And drug dealers
Manajetuahs and jaguars getting chopped in the drop
Killin' haters
the five high-lights
Vibrating my words, vibratin' my words
All through the royalty of the night
Brought away, deep down
Abrupt as the speed
Fading suddenly in! An ultimate red light
The strong red jewel, it was formed that night
Covered with 5 bright silver shields with pendants
It
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