Yo a sissy cop in the hood Shakin' a brother down, thinkin' he ain't no good What's your name, what you standin' here for? Thought I told ya not to come
Tradução: Paris. Advertencia.
Yo, a sissy cop in the hood Shakin a brother down, thinkin he ain't no good What's your name what you standin here for Thought I told ya not to come
: instrumental
En esperant que la nuit remunere en billets verts Warning mister Sarko Starsky Voudrait t'asseoir sur les genoux des halls de sparky( ?) Paris-Texas,
all the books About the real diamond rings And dirty looks If you wanna fire baby That's what you will Don't say I didn't warn you Love could kill [
Im bussin a oussie, Go On in the pussy I dont fuck wit the booty, When im in the bed still carrey my tooly Do the Paris Hilton and make a prono movie
lethal drugs Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rappin em through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned
all again and found myself in paris in the cemetery rain. dear anne came to me and took me by the arm showed me old disasters embedded in the palm warned
: There's a park somewhere maybe in new york maybe in paris maybe in barcelona early in the morning there is the artist the creator with a small black
a oussie, Go On in the pussy I dont fuck wit the booty, When im in the bed still carrey my tooly Do the Paris Hilton and make a porno movie Im groovy,
She's a Ryda For Me I don't know If you've been told All I know Is that you've been warned About My Girl She's a killa She's bad Oh God. Oh My, She
niggas around im getting more greater and its the gang shit that i aint seen yet and its the gang niggas i aint meet yet even though i been to paris
vibe All over, all over, ohhyeah Brazil, I hear you calling *ad-lib* The vibes is so right Tell them already, we have to tell them again Warn them already, we have to warn
a tapping Up like, "What?", this thunder Clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings Staffing me, I put down Milton Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton
tapping. Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping in my brain like graphic Halflings. Staffing me, I put down Milton. Cell phone mute like Paris Hilton
came a tapping Up like, "What?", this thunder clapping In my brain like graphic half lings Staffing me, I put down Milton Cell phone mute like Paris
only lived for dancing But in the face of matrimony She only lived for dancing She still heard the warnings of family And friends, as she sat at Paris
