ormai! Ma da oggi saro un altra persona coi soldi, i vestiti, perche: Lo vendo! Cosi guadagno un po?! anche se non c'ho il fisico un cliente trovero! Lo
.. hit dont be surprised this gangbangin shit aint no motherfuckin game so you better think twice before you start to bang and yet i still represent the east side gang && yea lo boy
feel lonely, lo lo lo lo lonely You're the one and only that makes my dreams come true I feel lonely, lo lo lo lo lonely (I feel, I feel, I feel so lo
a hard bargain (bargain), I'm Harlem's only Gagarin Car foreign, the other man stood-stood stutter-fied I know ya moms well -- tell ya mother hi. I'm the other
the oven mitt I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy! Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin I got the party goin
. met up wit my partna now give me a high 5. GIVE ME A HIGH FIVE AYE![8x} Walkin down da hall. posted up da real folk my boy arab and other parnta
brothers Then rob a bank teller I'm sorta like old yella, call me for trouble I got chop for bullets that spread out the umbrella I'm advanced boy, da
care about your boyfriend, as long as he aint boydem I dont care if he rolls widda bag ah man Tell him bring em all ill boy dem (x2) You get me! boy dat
best doja Makin' all that racket, I got the U.S. Open Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin
don't know them niggas I don't fuck with them niggas I don't know them hoes I don't fuck with them hoes I know this sucka from the suburbs Cool with this other
dead props Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo Warriors come play, click the bottles Cock them AK's, bust on KK's With the knuckle boy or the other two
strollin with the quotes Like Shakespeare, Mark Twain, or Edgar Allan Poe But since I'm a ne-gro, I flows like Maya Ange-lou No banja-lo was played, I
the record label watchin your back Talkin about Mariah Carey's honky Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys While I break out to do the shopping, boy
them other bitches jealous Pull up, jump out, I'm like new money And watch the bees in the house come and get the honey You see my lo' lo' (Doin' what
Say P, man the other day foolin' at the club Mane wit this broad or whateva I walk in see her talkin' to some dude or whateva You know what I'm sayin
At the people's house next door 3 shots rang out from behind me And my blood began to pour, no What? What now, boy? Told you I was gonna get you, boy
With the gray poupon, anything yay poupon We'll explode 'cause I'm am the shit And this is my commode, uh, oh, there they go Talkin' about how ya, boy
and toilet bowl cleanin' But I'm also sick and tired of strugglin' I never ever thought I'd have resort to drug smugglin' Naw, that ain't what I'm about Cee-lo