're better off, You're better off, You'd be better off without me, Hate to see you sorry, Days are closing in, You're better off with him. Its boring
Tradução: Un. Mejor con él.
better off, You're better off, You'd be better off without me, Hate to see you sorry, Days are closing in, You're better off with him. Its boring
by a little fire and a lot of booze Dito woke up Lito from a snooze Said "My friend I must confess, I pulled off her dress And had the time of my life
off on me, I'm never the exit All black everything in my black V it aint a game and if it was itd be a black Wii I'm on mah A game, never on that B shit
ironic Santana's own fella stabbed him The king of New York die while I yellow cabbed him No Carlito's way When I spot a hater drop him like a hot potatoe
explain his loss of breath Skin peeled off your flesh, I know you wish you wore a vest That's a no brainer, I'm coming with both flamers I'll spray '
m sittin in the crib dreamin about killin ya with machine guns shotties and desert E dilligers putting a bullet as big as a battery through a niggaz anatomy and watchin him
f-ck with me baby (That mean they can't f-ck with you) You tell them like that bitch told Scarface (What she say?) ?I don't fuck with the help? [Verse
place Take me awwaaayyyy Away, far away to better days [Verse 3:] We got a new president and I love that he black But I'm a ask him like Bush, were the
with it Split a nigga in two Make a peace sign with him Play with the pussy Put the peace sign in it I never thought I'd see a fuckin' free me sign nigga
nothing better there That's why we all take our hats off to you, the one blood You niggas got this L.A shit real fucked up man, Niggas better start respecting
the team I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide
, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from Long Beach (here monkey, monkey) I got a clip full of poison bananas And a cold hard killer from L.A
they call him the Doctor The Math gonna drop him and 50 ain't rockin With him no more, It's okay, I get it poppin Whole club rockin like a 6-4 Impala
like the nigga style Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked And thats the same reason I fuck with
I'm 'bout to clown him in the worst way (bitch) Team on preem' like he hangin out with 'Pac brother And you a boss for not cuttin him with the boxcutter
with me My guns smoke like Robert Downey Two shots and a pound he got a room in Kings County And you might live or sit in a box Depending on how long
