: (feat. Nate Dogg) [The Game] I'ma B-L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate
go back to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B
money I drive big cars, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody know me, it?s like I?m a movie star, everybody know me, it?s like I?
: (feat. Lloyd Banks, Snoop Dogg, Dub C & 50 Cent) (Whoo Kid) Damn (The Game) another west coast classic S-N- double O-P and WC and yours truely (WC
... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall
Got The Scope, Let's Get Them Choppers N*Gga He Got The Kush, I Got The Dope, Let's Get It Poppin' N*Gga Hurt Him In That Cherry Six Fo', Shit Ain't No
to pitch a shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk
out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
pitch a (shut out) I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray)
shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a
family, The Cosby All I need is a perfect bitch How's B, I passed the baton on Solange I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect
and these trappers think they rappers Go listen to Blueprint, your all hustling backwards Shout out to my reall n-ggas, Birdman, Styles P Kiss my n-gga Sigel, know them Philly n-ggas wild b
, The Cosby All I need is a perfect bitch How's B, I passed the baton on Solange I'm sure like Al B but a boujy B would never give me the perfect PIRU
oublier de noter les titres Refrain x2 : H.I.P Tous les B-Boys genoux au sol A chauffer Et les B-Girls reprennent en c?ur H.I.P Y a des odeurs
conneries qu'il nous font ecouter Tous les jours dans les radios a la tele C'est normal elle n'a aucune voix mais elle est bien roulee Elle chant n
un pun sur un carrefour un qui me permet de distinguer le jour de la nuit le temps s'etire et on me traite avec beaucoup de mepris les poignets entailles ca n
'ai b'soin qu'on m'ramasse a la p'tite cuillere, j'ai b'soin d'un alibi J'ai b'soin qu'on calme mes pulsions meurtriere avec du R'n'B J'ai b'soin d'mes