cut off the sleaves!" (Chorus 4x) Our house, In the middle of the street. One, two, three, My teacher's two faced, She went to lower my school grades
You and your man y'all both should know That all it takes is a finger to send you where the ghosts go Shit I been hated since the 5th grade that's why
batard j'ai trop la haine pour vivre a la cool J'mens au serment a la bar et ca fais plaisir a la cour En decalage comme cat , general sans grade ?
auf der Lauer sitzen grune Mannchen Auf der Mauer auf der Lauer wir sind blaue Lampchen 1 2 Polizei 3 4 noch mehr Bier wir ziehen durch die Stra?en und
: Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... 1 2 3 4! Everybody makes mistakes... Everybody has those days... Everybody knows what I'm talkin
: (Verse 1) Ein Kuhlschrank ist nicht grad der Ort Fur warmere Gefuhle Und doch trafen sich grad dort Zwei Bruder, wenn auch zwei recht kuhle (Verse
's Meer Denn wir sind so wat wie die Kois Unter den Landbewohnern Su?wasserboys Hier steppt der Bar Su?wasserboys Wir pfeifen auf's Meer (Verse 4) Showdown
What do we have here, oh yeah, no way It looks like your kids and they okay Your daughter's chillin up in college top grade And your son's a fuckin
: [Jay-Z's Mom:] Sean Carter was born December 4th Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces He was the last of my 4 children The only one who didn't give me
for my chicks that get dough for takin off they clothes All them money makin honeys that slide down the poles All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0
urine Na-na-na, tryna get dat kobe number one over jordan No one on the corner have swagga like us Swagga like us, swagga swagga like us [x4] [Jay-Z
capaz de matar tansolo por algun gramo perdiste tu vida y la transformaste en un caos tu vida fue infortuno y esk ahora nadie te kiere vendiste tu familia por 4
cubata, dos polvazos y aun quieres seguir de farra A fardar de lo que tienes, dona no tengo defectos Y esque los grados de alcohol ya empiezan a tener su efecto. 4
you and I, in the Curzon Bar Dancing till we knew So all that we've learnt disappears When you shouted at me I saw my father in the second grade
hate me Bricking myself into the wall wretched sin Hoping to be by myself, I won't let you in My product is only second-grade I hate to discuss what
heart stop Young niggas tryin' to tell me that i'm played Once they say you played, nigga you must be payed (HA HA! huh ha) Pushin' weight since the tenth grade
You betta get back, everybody wanna do it like me I got it made, been makin rap money since the tenth grade (Ch-ching) (since the tenth grade) (Ch-ching