couldn't tell you what it's like no more Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before) Verse 2: (storm) At times it seems like we don'
Tradução: Mac. Al igual que antes.
't tell you what it's like no more Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before) [Verse 2: Storm] At times it seems like we don't belong
like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci
one of them boys since way back when This is way before a nigga brought grey plaques in So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas lay back then Like you
of thighs and struts like......uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything
all motivation baby You see all this? Its all motivation I think I'm gettin' kind of hot too Maybe its me like Like maybe I'm just doin' all this shit for nothing like
with Pharrell Tryin to be a (Cowboy), you catch bullets like Terrell Owens, call it T.O., he leakin like a project sink Busted open like a hot dog link
I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason niggaz saying my name like
on gold I'm the most anticipated, most celebrated Most loved and the motherfuckin most hated Keep rollin like gold Daytons Niggaz got the game fucked up like
Slice Right Through Em Hit The Corna Bullets Curve Like Tha Logo On Tha Pumas Hollows In One Ear And Out Tha Otha Like A Rumor He Got Shot Befor He Got
Blood bounce back, heat on the track Dribble rock like Wade and bounce like Shaq Trow an O' in a pot and watch it bounce right back Like that, Like that, Like
in the work Then move bags like Doony & Bert And stuff work in the GMC, cause on my block I'm the King of Rock like Run-D.M.C., nigga [Chorus: Young
peace to my boy Mac Dre, motherfucker [Nina B] Hey yo it seem to me like e'rybody got they own truth Believe me I'm in them sheets like phonebooths I
: (feat. Telly Mac) [13 second street fight instrumental to open] [The Game] Death before dishonor Ride with weap' up, cause niggaz tryin to dent my
Bananas Like Plastic Timbs And My Lyrics Go Over A Niggas Head Like A New Era Brim And I Bang Like A New Era Brim Translation A Brim Is A Blood Like Me
Funk Flex tape (Ah-HEH!) Like BAM, before Diddy was a mogul I had the low-lows, JBL speakers bangin Total I like the lead singer, the dark one And Biggie
