earn my bread And butter but I have a lousy memory I didn't lose your money, oh no, I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money, oh no, your money
Tradução: Oficina de la banda sonora del espacio. Obtener dinero Dis [Slum Village].
Tradução: Espacio. Dinero.
could say that little by little All you did for me was no good I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money I didn't lose your money Oh no your money
there's so many Let's have a war So you can go and die! Let's have a war! We could all use the money! Let's have a war! We need the space! Let's have
she first try was once a blue moon to once a blue sky now she's wonderin who else wants to go buy she don't got no money and wants to get high story
and cement the ground To dull my senses, keep the flowers down I want 'em back Spend my money on a race to space Wasting my money, slapping my face They
place Some went to San Francisco, some went far out of space In the eighties, I don't know, some did it for the money, some did it for the show There
I don?t like that bitch We go from belly I don?t like that shit Who?s gonna fill your space That?s still a case Ben Franks the only familiar face Get money
I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep em' on a diet Embrace they health Or either keep em' on a quiet And space myself
side?) Why wouldn't this game have you on your knees? Why wouldn't these 20's be on the V's? (Why wouldn't this money make you wanna hate?) Why wouldn
a check for it Oh yeah I get paid too I don't know Look like it right? You might see me in one of them things That look like a space ship comin' through
rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money Wininng and getting money
600 Guilty as charged, blunts in the air, guns in the doors It's written, Compton niggaz never run from the law Plus we get Monopoly money with hotels
And Get Higher Then A Space Shit Touch The Sky Nigga Im On That Kayne Shit Back In The Day I Used To Bump Jazzo Run Up On U Take Yo Money And Yo Skateboard
forests for our need When not at war we fuelled our greed Looking out for the human race We poisoned sea and cluttered space With acid rain pouring from
empty space between the lines tonight And it burns so bright And the angry silence that he throws on the floor Says he don't care anymore He had money