I got a letter, story of frustration I got a number, counting complications It's got me running from my situation Blame it on my own imagination (Roll
, 6 it's an experience 8, 9, 10 do it all again While we're waiting on a lucky number 7 Waiting on a lucky number seven I need a 7 or maybe 11 It's
Tradução: Play. Siete.
Holding my ground And I miss you For seven years, An' need you For seven years, On that's not a game I don't wanna play On the tray, Just for seven years
All City varsity, hard-headed squad We played y'all spades, y'all handle y'all cards But we ain't all odds, we just blaze, man Y'all playin' checkers
ruin Trying to get paper Gotta have land, gotta have acres So I can sit back like Jack Nicholson Watch niggas play the game like the lakers In a world
: [Sammet] The prayers have been spoken May the Gods be on my side May they join my way to bring me Turnschuhs of victory Seven at one stroke My triumph
: [music & lyrics: Tobias Sammet] The prayers have been spoken may the gods be on my side may they join my way to bring me victory seven at one stroke
(uh) How you fit in a seven and say it ain't luck? (damn) Sister's been bought up, yes I'm caught up The Fabolous player about to get his sport up Like
Its all eyes on me like Mr. Shakur So they wanna (pause) the door Chicks come around and put kisses on the jaw So I ain't a player that need asistance
bunch caught ali-oops on the rest of them I got the lean on the "J" now it really don't matter if we play in arenas or playgrounds throw it around the
Shit me too my nigga. [Money Mike:] Wait a minute. [Game:] What the fuck. [Money Mike:] Pimpin What did that nigga just say? [Game:] I dunno. [Money Mike:] Play
goes to church and prayers are never answered And they throwin us curveballs but we Hank Aarons A picture with no canvas, streets are so skanless Young'uns jump rope, play
dope spot playin John Madden Homey I ain't braggin, I took five You wanna die, run up on that Black seven forty five [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] If you see
starts to sink She slobs on Bob while I play with the pink My seven bizzos... [2x] Seven days, seven ways, too much...My seven bizzos... On Sunday
Snoop Dogg] Me and Nate Dogg were so funky fresh We fell off into a club to try to pop it to Daz A lil' Moet to go with the way I'm dressed A seven-piece
, what a day, what a day Ridin' high on the East Side Looking for a hoodrat today Don't you wanna come out and play Come and play, come and play [Warren
