Letras:
The Left Rights Friends

need your friends, They don't like it when you call them pistachio nuts, pistachio nuts, pistachio friends. They don't like it when you call them pistachio nuts, pistachio nuts, pistachio friends

makes all my problems resolved. I got a bullet proof vest on and I wire tapped your brain I want to do this right dyno, dyn -o-mite You should have just listened to your friends

you left me Standing in the rain Don't look back as a matter of fact there's A son of a bitch and he's digging a ditch For you my friend, my lucky

bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my right side (okay) I suggest it be best if we get by Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww) Bad bitch on my

ever Baby I'm a g yeah thats right the seventh letter See one thing about the streets where I know the heffa at And I bet she always be exactly where I left

of someone we will never see, therefore I break down in laughter how as I change my point of view there's nothing left to make me blue, never again, no more Come on my friend

like 50 Cent He reminds me Spongebob And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer They're my friends Psyche I went down one of them Bodaga shits right

a Bad Boy without the shiny suit Here the cops come, shit! So I dashed behind the Honda And look who's here, my baby momma's friend Rhonda In the car

Them see I a cry, see the tears inna me eye, And them still a pressure I and I Them say I a bawl, and them still a beat my mouth fi bawl Imagine two friend