Lyrics:
Don't arrest me like uno (uh)
Pablo, Pablo, Pablo
Roll by myself that's one man
If it's men in black, see two man (uh)
Stuck at work like free man
Teeth
I just moving into LA
easier than I thought
people looking at
me like Im crazy
sorry to the foreigns
that I starr at
they dont know I sing a
song
tight
Will you be by my side when I'm wrong or right?
Will you love me now if I die tonight?
Oh, oh, I guess we don't know
All I know is
Is I'm goin'
& gyrate
Don't nobody get me irate
Everybody dance & gyrate
Let nobody get me irate no no
Oh no nobody come n dull my shine
Oh woah anybody tempted by my
I'm tired of running around trying to get famous
I should know who I am by now
Sitting in the way back with my head inside of a paper bag
I'm
you extra bitch
You never get no relief like
I'm next to pitch i'm on the throne
All alone where the Devil sit
Son of the Wise la-Hakim, Menelik
Laugh
the time we had those two girls over
And Dub called like "Yo these dudes tryna jump me up here at the Eth"
Oh that's when we called the store across
"If, you, think, that, you, can, fuck, with, Threat
Get these nuts!"
The great L.A. Zoo rip the roof off this mother
Suckers stand back, fathers
Drive-by aus TT
Komm' wie Gattuso und ich wie Dembélé
Fick' Yin Kalle weg und ich press' das auf CD
Bruder, Bruder, ich sag' dir, bis jetzt wunderschön
the boys they're bracin' for a fight
First shot rings out at midnight
Taurito took two in the back of the head
By the time he hit the ground he was already
eyes
Oh honey, now that you've gone away
I'm a wreck but I'm finally losing weight
Two night stands and neither were quiet
Got a knot on your head
bump that bass
Wit that sanctafied sound produced by that playa Chase
Like Mase, 'I'm fittin, makin ya feel so good'
When I bump this gospel music in
valu la peine qu'on écrive
(Oh, tes paupières parapluies)
Load up on grunge and be depressed
It's fun to do for two minutes
There's no award for self absorbed
Before you know you're 34
You're old, you're
shit, I got a bag now (Bitch)
But if a nigga think I'm pussy, I'ma lay 'em down (Brrra)
I'm in LA fucking all these hoes, I'm dizzy (I'm dizzy)
I'm up
like this
We timeless, You boys are on some fly by night shit
I gotta make some money, Man I wanna buy some nice shit
Don't get it twisted homie, You
the field, young dawg
You gotta tote sticks
Hopped out the Lamb', had
That bitch on some, "Woah" shit
Off the Runtz, I'm like, "Oh, shit"
No heart but my
La musica de Harry Fraud
Woah, esto si es un peligro, woah
I'm stuffing chavo in my pantalones
Mami nervous, 'fore I leave, she holler
"Bendiciones"
understood (Dr. Feelgood)
He's the one they call Dr. Feelgood oh yeah
He'll tell you he's the king of these Barrio streets
Moving up to Shangri La
Came by his
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
easily understood
He's the only one they call Dr. Feelgood
Oh, Yeah
He'll tell you he's the king of these barrio streets
Movin' up from Shangra-La
everyday mon ball
Bad guy bere lowo Sumbo
Nothing mankind no go ever see
Even Jesus Christ hated by the pharisees
Critics go con go like the DRC
I just dey
Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag
Old school nigga, I rock the doo rag
I might fuck around and let my pants sag
One two, I come
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