Lyrics:
Treppe, die bis zur Sonne reicht
Es ist Cillit Bang zum Bild vor der Cam
Ich spiel den Produzent im Film, den Filmproduzent
Der Kerl, der hier für sein
the kids bang on hot pavement
There's no faults, there's no bones
To pick, we've got no problems
But that was then and this is now, I'll never
Forget
gonna be around
Y'all gon' feel me on this one
Aight, real, real rap
Fuck is the deal, man?
It's game over, raw coke on the mirror by the thing
then I'm scoring
Click clack bang, watch how they're falling
On sight, shoot man down with no warning
Violent when we do the roads
Skrr up, hit man
これ以上は Bang!
どうして愛は
お金がかかるんだろう?
抱きあうだけじゃダメ
I want you, lady.
その気にさせるんだ
いっそう Cute に
もっともっと Sexy に
誘う君 困る僕 それでも
I love you, day by day.
Oh, lady!
A-1 dollar
Why they killed my nigga for no reason, he ain't bang
Know you watching over, without you it ain't the same
I'm sippin' to numb the pain
Can't kick
Glocks, 3 Messer, wir richten Pädophile hin
Um G zu sein brauch ich keine Tätowierungen
Fick dein Kinofilm, ich, (klatsche Frauen)
Und mache Drive-Bys
I said, "you lookin' like you came by yourself"
I see you in the Killer Reese is there anyone else
Like myself
You know that I'm the headliner
the God by any other name
I'm Clubber Lang with a Hogan 'stache
I'm Mr. Pink making moves with the stolen cash
Buy the bar in South Dakota then I dip out
German Dream, Farid Bang
Mörderteam, für Laas wird's eng wie Röhrenjeans, die Straßen brenn'
Burberry, Armani-Hemd und Körper wie'n Karate-Champ
Jetzt
Ceux qui accélèrent
Les mordus des armes qui astiquent leur flingues ou ceux qui aiment les virés by night
Quand tu nous croises au volant celui qui
grew up kinds fast by wondering how they load it
Product of the '80s, '95 Navy
The Empire roller ring was out here tryna raise me
Straight up out
Hill tell him
I was trynna be a player still on my Bill Bellamy
But she couldn't understand
'Cause everytime we go out we go out with a bang
She just
steaming, screaming fuck 'em all
Average for an arsonist, tagging up the apocalypse
The narcoleptic masses so I bang completely opposite
All you need is
rapper comin' hard as me then name one
Talk a lot of shit about me, I don't entertain em
Bang em, fuck hoes used to ball and chain em
The groupie
got a house, a dog and a mouse
And an old flat-top guitar
Well it's alright to dance and dine,
By candle light with fancy wine
But when we can't
the "Who?"
I blew up fast I thought you knew
Down south we bang screw
When I'm done with it, it will be a puroo
When I flow you can't deny I'm cold as fuck
can't help but fart loud
So be proud, momma shake that shit
Don't feel intimidated by that boney lil' bitch
I order number three with a super-sized
is cool, but Blue Boyz come through
And make you and all, your boy toys old new
Who want drama, Sir get the Hummer
We bout to bang up the block,
for her nigga
Lemme come thorugh, hit the stash, and walk up by the nigga
I can't see no other bitch for the B.G.
But a hot girl fo sho call her
in seep
Shoes off, scratching the feet ready to eat
We blowed, swerving in the road
Send 'em home perving, early in the commode
Live by
Money, now I'm in love with my credit
By the bar with they dollars I buy a building with debit
Uh, I hit that Harlem Nights, It's goin prepare the storm
to hate
ain't nothing change but the women and the living is great
nowadays they got a ????
I don't fly but keep a plane close by in case
Listening to Buju Banton, I can boom bye bang 'em if I wanna
My woman and my clothes don't be clashing
Cuh' they're both so Italian, I rock Diesel by
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