: (feat. Dondria & Johnta Austin) [Intro: Bow Wow] Haha, listen You know I do it for the ladies Lambourghini Moss *vrooom* And uh see, I done had my
: Die Menschen sind alle verschieden, die Menschen sind hart oder weich. Aber uberall hofft man auf Frieden und die Blumen bluh'n uberall gleich. Reist
here we go again callin on a good friend sippin on a ride pickin up a forty cauSe my mouth's dry boardwalk hustlers with there cheap talk tryin to find
Yea...(remix Baby!) [x4] Ay This The Remix And Im The Prefix You Know This Rock And Roll Street Shit Hand Me The Mic Sheed Got The Bass Meany Got
Wake up It's over again The day is getting colder Head aches, my mind breaks Kicked the covers on the floor Downstairs They're laughing Everybody
Well I came from Alabama With a banjo on my knee I'm goin' to Louisiana My true love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather it was
Saturday morning she is Walking home from a random dorm room Her arms are crossed She's staring at the ground Her hair's a mess, falls in her eyes And
Smellz Like A Party - O'RYAN (f/ Rufus Blaq) [O'RYAN] Oh, oh, TU- O G You know how we get down T Scott on the track Where you at Marques O tell em
Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh Groovin' off the spirituality, and it feels good I got somethin' to say though It's time for somebody to take over the
Life?s like poetry but in my poem bay Until now there?s always been a missing line You know life's too short To hide a good thing you feel And I find
Fool, what is your name? Should I hang my head in shame? When you say your name is mine When you say your name is mine I could fill your shoes If my
esquina, solo, sin mirar Los Glingons acorralan al perdedor disparos y corridas por la television En Uruguay o en el infierno en cualquier parte igual
Love took over my heart like an ocean breeze As seagulls fly I knew that I was losin' Love was washed away with the driftin' tide (*) oh, it's a
cowardice households turn to torture the waking time is low inbetween the cut from top to bottom of control a many taste vents screaming blindface at
Here we go again callin on a good friend Sippin on a ride Pickin up a forty cauSe my mouth's dry Boardwalk hustlers with there cheap talk Tryin to find
What would the music be without the sounds? Young Boss, Miss Trina, Pitbull Let's show 'em how we get down I party like a rock star Look like a movie
(Intro): Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh, groovin off the spirituality, and it feels good. I got somethin to say though. (Verse 1): It's time for
Life's like poetry and in my poem bay Until now there's always been a missing line You know life's too short to hide a good thing you feel And I find