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Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's my
Tradução: BB King. Días de la antigüedad.
Way back yonder in the days of old The men was workin' but not savin' any dough Then came a woman lookin' real cool She said to herself "Now, that's
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
Imagine going to court with no trial Lifestyle cruising blue behind my waters No welfare supporters more conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
Tommy guns to MAC Tens it's Q.B.'s newborn killers. Verse 3: (Ruc) 96 buildings of children, guns, and bad feelings Q.B. see we rep by the Millions
: This old road has taken it's toll I've been broke down But now I'm back on the road Got it in the gear, sittin' on the go Just waitin' on the light
-i-da-di Put pride inside plus taught karate Fed heads in many ways many days Were served locked down protectin the Black and the brown Now today the old
out of line, they try to prophesy I and I unfold the mysteries told From the futuristic realms to the days of old Make straight through the path of
days of radio) [Will Smith] Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Little taste of the old school Jazzy
steppin right in the scene Mean Gene was maxin, Rockin Rob went to work While the tables would turn, the old needles used to jerk with the belt drive, Technics and B
and it's gone to far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money, you can rely on the old mans money It's a b**** girl and
cops harassin' Imagine goin' to court with no trial Lifestyle cruisin' blue behind my waters, no welfare supporters More conscious of the way we raise our daughters Days
creating Flow just borin', the spit just corny What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face I miss those days, these days, ghost
make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Q, B O R O nigga Make it, make it seem easy Queens Day Yo, from the days of encore
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
