Oversættelse: Handle hurtigt. Livet er en blomst.
will smile with you Life is a flower So precious in your hand Carry on smiling And the world will smile with you When every race is run And the day is
these chicks see a nigga with some hot shit I'ma help yo ass out on what a bitch think when a nigga got some cheddar Girls be like (A LOON)! Take that
'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty game, authentic My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a
cause I'm right I can spit on anything, got plenty game, authentic My pen's sick, forensic, defends it, he wins it Again and a, again and a, again and a, again and a
In a clean ass Benz I have all the props Fuck credit from a rapper can you match my Visa I heard your girlfriend was a real dick pleaser And a Too $
Dre I representin' the A town, A town I'm comin' from the A town, A town Shady Aftermath Yeah, once again it's on Em, Stat now alive form the A town
to The Right Beat And You Can Even Dance or, Just Have A Seating, Seating yo, Yo, Yo [Method Man] what It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol to
me in my past life Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear? The gameplan of a
Transcribin my lyrics is the c-h-u-b The lyrics that you hear is not his but mine While, biblical words don't need to ra-hyme I said, "let there be a
is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty bricks Break 'em down to all twenties, is
Luchion Yo, hard as it is to make a buck I ain't tryin' to get stuck So I'm a keep handlin' beef like I don't give a fuck It's all about respect Tek
I'm gon' get rowdy by sayin', "Na, na, na, na, na" I'm a cash deala', a No Limit ass kicka' I'm a bad nigga, fast nigga, ain't the last nigga Keep my
me fam real lif souja homes. twenty two you kno its on i kno how to hold a chrome tell em shop anywhere life is like a mobile home. stylin in a coop
death in fits of all out rage Without a pulse on man they feast A scene of bloodshed has now been unleashed A scary scene that stains my mind Is knowing
guns acting hard But let's suppose you really had a burner You would still need some lessons on how to hold it firmer Fuck a murder I'm a just kill your
m fuckin' dead and gone wit' it 'Cause I'm a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor Don't make me buck ya, 'cause I'm a wild muthafucka You know my flow
Wild in the West, a student of my culture And life is the test, hold up Let a nigga catch his breath, we still payin dues And the last one is death,