jabha lia oui je l'aime vraiment ou chta dakhalkoum fia refrain machi chaba mais pour moi elle est belle belle;elle est just aala hsab galbi machi chaba
rabi jabha lia oui je l'aime vraiment ou chta dakhalkoum fia refrain machi chaba mais pour moi elle est belle belle;elle est just aala hsab galbi machi chaba
You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Anyplace is better Starting from zero got nothing
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Yeah, you know, it's like I rap, I got two platinum albums I do a lotta concerts all over the place I seen the groupies, they do whatever you say When
You see some people like to play the dating game Meet a new freak and ask, "What's your name?" Wine and dine and waste all that time Spending money on
I've been a dog ever since I was young I saw The Mack and got all so sprung I couldn't help it, I had to be just like that With a stable of hoe's and
You think Oakland, California, is a city of punks It only takes a second to pop the trunk And just like that, you know it's real You're in the right damn
It's on Where they at, where they at, where they at I sold tapes every day me and Freddy B Been famous since 1983 Give me ten dollars, and you straight
Standin on the corner, in a white godfather hat He drives a long black gangsta cadillac He can steal broads nine man, three or fo' minutes It's not how
So you want to be a gangster all that shit Smoke any motherfucker, don't even trip You be hard as hell, take whatever you want Punk suckers wanna front
Step daddy, I know what you want I come through like the first of the month Ain't nothing but a holiday When I fuck my way I'm her worst nightmare, her
Funky fresh on the muthafuckin' microphone, bitch And it don't stop to the beat, baby Oakland, California is in the house, bitch I tell you, nobody does
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I
-ant banks- Ahhhhhh shit Now let me warm it up I got the gin and juice and I'm a poor 'em cup To get smooth in the mood that I'm in So lets start riding
