Tradução: Mike Salir. Tiempo Para Pensar.
Tradução: Mike Salir. Reglas no son nada.
Tradução: Mike Salir. Parada en boxes.
Tradução: Mike Salir. Brown Apple.
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Pimp Funny I'm Katt Williams Money Mike, I Gets Money On The Mic And Some Say I'm Wild'n Out Bargadi Styling Out, Pushing Seven Digits Dialing But I
, just like B.I?G. was, that's how F-A-B does We can sip something 'til we both be buzzed In a V-dub and that's only be-cause [Chorus: Mike Shorey] Need
Clean button up wit the rich young pairs Out of you young ladies, which one can - do it to the beat y'all Young niggaz get funny, just to get a name So
through in the St. Pats Socks So pull out the Chicago and the script to wear on Soul Train The Bulls, When Mike had hair and a gold chain I get the Spirit
shores Get pampered by whores, eat scampy and claws The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
my demons out And I can see my brother now cause that's what I've been dreamin' bout I ain't thinking bout bitches and pulling beamers out I'm thinking
tennis shit Diddy and mike, yes, I'm All About The Benjamins In there for the benefits I be down in ten on six Tell em get me a porterhouse, and some
say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin' You can put it on skee if you want it I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue And watch them shits sell out like
the day they let 'Pac out Back to drop out, store the blockout Homies say the cops out, stash spot got popped out Grind 'til I clock out, tick tock out
Mike:] Play that again. (Alright) [Young Gunz:] So get that money right and we don't mess with the funny time. Fake ass pimps like Money Mike. [Money Mike
, shout out to Ludacris Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike
: [The Game] Yo, when I'm out in Oakland, catch me in the silver and black Coupe With two Desert Eagles and an ounce of glue When I'm out in San Fran
And get the clickin and clackin, You'll homies will wanna kno what happened, Come to Compton and see thriller like Mike Jackson, I might be Spike Lee,
