life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerade the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
Tradução: Con Honor. En Una Botella.
life assume the shape of a TV screen, A work-horse work week, and commute in between? As we masquerde the days we waste, Love's stuck on dusty shelves with
never gave a fuck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You niggas ain't eatin, fuck it, tell
i get involved with niggaz involved with killaz involved with dealers involved with niggaz that make millions She coulda had it all Including the world Now she's nothing more than a
t say a motherfucking thing".) I stroll down memories the light will guide u Honor your mother, honor your father right beside you Hide you never 9-12 September U ain't sucking nothing but a bottle
and we playin' for keeps Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto Four-fives with the hollows, silencers on the nozzles Pop bottles with those who left here The best years, wearin a
for a son You see, Dad was a traveling preacher Teaching the words of the teacher Mother had sworn he went off to the war And died there with honor, somewhere on a
more bottles of brew man. [Verse 1: Method Man] Peace to the God, peace dog. Pull out a little liquor, Shame on a nigga, I heard the reapa' done came
: [Intro: Method Man (Raekwon)] (Yeah, yeah) Aiyo, how much more for a fifth of Vodka? (Peace beloved) (Six bottles of Henny, six bottles of Henn) Word
paper Clef ain't take your paper Clef is just a narrator Think I'm a singer I'ma have you call a operator 911 now you breavin through a respiratior All
a weakling I'd die for everything I say, but while I'm alive and breathing I meditate and blaze a jay, and if you feel this teaching Then honor he to
doorway) Bottles of the rose Smellin like Dolce and Gabbana (Yuup!) Shawty you the baddest and to meet you is an honor (honor) Lil mama I got a table waiting What you think about a
been acting funny for so long It hurts to think that you think you're above me But it hurts more to admit that I've been wrong Need a bottle and a table
bottles Cock them AK's, bust on KK's With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man Given dead on your shirt like a wristband You a grown man
a yacht, no callin the cops In the middle of the ocean, lettin my nine pop Givin a dime cock, blowin away Baggin the yae, tryin to get a wagon a day Pick up a
ssy juicy I never gave a f-ck about a hater got money on my radar Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator You n-ggas aint eatin, f-
