my baby When the music starts I never wanna stop It's gonna drive me crazy, ah, ah, ah Music Makes the people come together Music Makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel Music
Tradução: De la boca. Música.
: B.o.B] I'm that nigga that you heard about by word of mouth They probably say I change the music in the dirty south Now that the word is out, the timing
take your fucking mask off, bitch empty out the cah draw We on a suicide mission, but we dont give fuck Cause if we make it out, bigger house bigger truck
t gonna do shit I'll have your crew sit [?] So play like them is toy guns and this is just music [Chorus: The Game] Out in the streets they call it murder
his strings Take my advice, never wear air max for the ??? Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your
time for the thunder [Verse Two: Nina B] In your mind you can blame me but open your mouth and name me I'm runnin you out of office you're softer than
is out So my words to the wise is just watch your mouth [The Game] And you don't want it when the stainless out, what the game about The bullets is in
his strings Take my advice, never wear air max for the ??? Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your
what you say dog your shit be whack You better watch what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps Cuz that shit on your
to follow your route, Follow your route, follow your route Cuz without the paper Niggas gon' be assed out I'm talkin' word of mouth I said, "You in it
Live Party don't stop! So come to the party and have no fear Holler at your boys, 2 Live is here! [Marquis] Unknown whereabouts, somewhere smoked out Dickin' a bitch's mouth
, with all the rest You see, I come from down South, talk slick out my mouth I went to New York and got kicked out Because they don't like me; they just
back just relax, let your mind unwind pull your good thing close, let tranquility surround psychedelic freak out taco funk frolic grind fiend roots 'core soul music what have you psychedelic freak out
re trying to figure out the last thing I said I'm a redwood, I love to be a tree, yes I'm a druid my words are flowing out like a fluid never give in
re a jocker you bad mouth me bitch man you givin me juice it aint nothin' but a party everybody get loose notice what I don't do when stress steps to me whatever your