Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'? Bag
Tradução: Juvenil. Be Gone.
-haired juveniles, livin wild No smiles on our faces, thirteen catchin cases Indeed, it was misery Driven by my own demons, cause they was killin me How can I be
If its this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying This shit we deal wit
you've seen I got the same affects on both coasts And erthing hot on 4 wheels Homie I'm ghost [Chorus:] Do you Stop tryin to be me Stop tryin to be he
if what I thought was false or true I didn?t think about what I?m about to do I messed up, this couldn?t be real, this can?t be true [Verse 1: Hero]
life Criminal mind of a juvenile still live a child life Thinking he can make his pay Too in a rush, niggaz better slow down Cause you can be touched [
around the world Shake that ass if u a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild Tear off this clip
all around the world shake that ass if you a nasty girl back that ass up says juvenile show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild tear off this clip
What You Think Is Right When to You Blacks Are Niggers, and Jews Are Kikes And You Expect to Be Taken Seriously But Your Actions, They're More than Curiously. Juvenile
what you think is right When to you blacks are niggers, and Jews are kikes And you expect to be taken seriously But your actions, they're more than curiously Juvenile
pull it off, pop goes the nine That's how it gotta be in these uptown streets And a nigga like me, I play the game for keep [Juvenile] I remember when
The boy went inside a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there in the doorway. The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely
gone (Shine), don't know when I'm comin home (Shine), pop X and drank Cris' (Shine), My life is the shit [Lil' Wayne] It be me, fire Wayne, ice and change
get deeper Said cool then l'm gone be there What would be a good time to reach ya She said what about ten but l thought eleven would be sweeter Cuz she
ll be all hell Well then let 'em burn ???????????????? Seven churn and i be damn if i let 'em go If i don't get my dough Then hell will be all blowin
