games Numbers Pass them on and pass them by Numbers Never hold a good thing down for long Numbers Throw 'em away like Kleenex Numbers Pick them up and push them away Numbers
Numbers Pass them on and pass them by Numbers Never hold a good thing down for long Numbers Throw 'em away like Kleenex Numbers Pick them up and push them away Numbers Oh numbers
Tradução: Soft Cell. Números.
Days off is hard to come by Especially for Hollywood's number one guy So let me get to movin', while the sun is high My cell is off, two-way is off It
fist up Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The worst is
you go It ain't safe to show your face in the ghetto Cause it done got around, everybody knowin yous a hoe Don't be actin down now Your days are numbered
be to test me and expose their futility? Iron like a lion from Zion stop tryin' so hard I think I smell your brain cells fryin' The family's behind you
shiit be retarded mane Kickin shiit like Jackie chan but over sea like chaliigan Tokyo and Russia diamond got me spendin benjamins Soft face hundred big face number
I ball my fist up Unravel, travellin to the cells of Gotti I shot up a shell, will he drop? Will he flop? Will he go pop a cell? Is his mind frail? The
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin'
Yeah, number one MC in the world, a.k.a. Dr. Dooom Straight out of solitary, I got the block locked down Transfer me to conquer in the Pelican Bay You
your fucking wife Did anything you ever asked of Eve You turned out to be a devil nigga I couldn't believe Sneaking numbers out my phone calling bitches on the cell
[Juan Gotti] Forver I'mma ride bein high fool (es el loco Juan Gotti) 11-45-55-2 (that's my TDC number) Don't ever think of it as you ride through (smokin
they cells that's locked in prison, is it 'cause.. [Bundles] (Nope!) Til I pissed a few niggaz off like Bill O'Reilly (Right) Exposed the game's soft
We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked Out in the cold wind, ?round the razor wire fenced in cell block Young mamas with babies, sisters
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick To stop me from that HIV shit And niggaz know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing
you're probably out of luck So you systemize, eating lies politicians sell "Vote for me" reality is "Follow me to hell" Mutated chicken cells 10 on the
