with me Bad things come in more than threes Bad things, bad things I just wanna Bad things, bad things I wanna wanna Bad things, bad things Come on, I wanna Bad things, bad things
Tradução: L7. Las cosas malas.
it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and takin the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-l-
in on my rappin Thanks for your support, but sucker's stop strappin You be so upset, after leavin' the bash You go home, feel bad and throw your mic in
la And the girls sing ? la la la la la la la A lot of things have changed, but I?m mostly the same These are a few of my favorite things Still rolling
presence, spread the message Never knew Evanessence, ain't no best friends Shut up and handle your business This the new thing, the true thing, 7th Sign's how we doin things
em cos i need these haters .2 hate on my wrist .. to hate on my bitch Said i wasnt HOOD 5 so i gave em that 6, then i wrote that 7 and i already 8, Aint
York City, the only way to play is gritty I want cheddar so we can front up in the eight fitty My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy Who
low cut fitted jeans The finest thing you ever seen wearin' a belly chain Plus her man, he gettin' a lil' change doin' illegal things And she expect for you to buy her things
human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and Kev, Like bad move, got you looking
presence, spread the message/ Never knew Evanessence, ain't no best friends/ Shut up and handle your business/ This the new thing, the true thing, 7th Sign's how we doin' things
? in an extraordinary world (Sing!) La l-l-la la la la la (And my girls sing) La l-l-la la la la la la (And my guys sing) La l-l-la la la la la (And
Our Shoulders, Forward, Heads, Back, Get It In Control Like Janet Jack, Get It On The Floor Let 'Em Know What's Happenin', [Verse 1] (Lil Mama) Hold Up L
things do come good in small packages As for actrices in L.A., there's so many Let me tell you about this freak named Small Town Jenny After bad auditions
, on the L So he went over her crib to try, to try her But at the crib it wasn't happenin' So he cool, cool cut her in the back of National 7 Where my
beatin them with smoking gats Leavin token blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear son The last thing you want with Big L
year was luck, and this year's fate Last year I was good, but this year I'm great Last year was 7 figures, but this year's 8 N-o-l-i-m-i to the hype it
brand new so take a picture We so fresh but Im so fly Red bull for the wings thats all I drink Young L where you at Its young L on the track nigga bring
