Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
: Kein Millionar, aber ganz krasser Visionar also nenn mich nichmehr "Eff Err" "Arr", ist der Name sag es noch mal ich schlag mich in rage blas dir den
we comin' through on three's The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H nigga we got a army Aftermath general, one love to fifty Ain't seen him in a minute yo, used to be
known Bout to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n-ggas All I need is a f-cking red jackets with some zippers Super good smito a package of the swishas
Takin yah high now (get ready, cuz here we come) Get ready, cuz here we come [verse 2] Aint nobody rip it like me F to the E-R-G-I-E I rock it hardcore
Marinette S'met a penser des fois vaut mieux Filer plutot que de perdre la tete Surtout qu'il reste encore beaucoup A faire pour terminer cette chanson On y r
Chopper Round The Corner In A Bush With A Brick Of Yay, A Bust Can Happen Any Day, We Out Here Trapping Anyway, Gettin Money To Them Haitians Damn What A Nigga Say, I Got A
les bombes succombe sous les decombres sur mille kilometre a la ronde Rap de mot rashun negro tu parles comme un colon Me rabaisser a ton niveau c?est marcher a
: (F. Miller, T. Seals, E. Setser, R. Stewart) The mystery of you and me Is coloured blue on blue We wanted more than we could give We couldn't see
a cigarette with bitches Lookin' back on last year laughin' at the mirror I'm on TV I look a little clearer You look a little worried chill and smell
You n-ggas don't know how to eat Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh I turn a diamond to a dollar If you know how to hustle n-gga holla Hey Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh
S*** it's like I gotta pan how I heat the flo' A but I really gotta a pan how I heat the blow S*** a Develope this beat is so, motha'f***in' GI-Joe and
D's on a Cadillac Smoke so much, got cataracts, been rollin up for a matter of fact F.A.B. get love where F.A.B. is at, from the Bay to the South where
want to touch us I'ma spit a flow as if it was a sin Then the gangsters are resting forever See a solid four, then I'm a put it on the fin Then you know
ass A&R that never filled a milk crate with breakbeats, I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A, L.A., L.A. I still got the bulletproof
from no corny ass A and R That never filled a milk crate with break beats I keep it raw nigga straight street To my comrades in L.A., L.A., L.A. I still
roll that leaf mama F that cheap ganja, I go to a weed farmer I get it purple, strawberry, and peach uh-huh Lease uh-huh, Milli Vanilli silly, all
