Lyrics:
à L.A.S
La Mafia k1 Fry c'est sa mort, sa vie. Jusqu'à la mort parce qu'on croit à la vie, OJ thug life
Je suis mafia k1 fry thug life
Je suis mafia k1
inside you head honcho
That's sicker than Griselda Blanco
Or OJ in the Bronco
Or Eastwood in a poncho off A Fist full of Dollars
Rolling with mob ties
Nutten wollen Bang also was was was was?
Ja ich überfall den Laden wie O.J. Simpson
Das Anfang vom Ende und ich hol die Flinte
Geh zu Bullen zinken
veux siroter notre sang chaud mets y des glaçons
Comme mon flingue dans ton sous-sol ma musique raisonne
C'est ma femme j'la traite plus comme O.J
Ich bin wie O.J. Simpson, Linkshänder
Stevie Wonder, Blindgänger
Viele sagen, ich bin pädophil
Dabei bin ich gar nicht mal so pädophil
Ich steh'
dirty with that glove than O.J
This is my only chance living life, no break
Life is like a movie, God is giving me one take
Low life, high heels
No
O.J.
The stereotypes don't go away
Little nigga, nice car, where the kilos lay?
The po-po wanna send us where the P.O.'s play
Thinkin' we all get our
help myself here I go again
I don't care, what the people may say,
I never listen to 'em anyway
I'm just a victim oj your master plan,
Your every wish
your life, I'm like O.J. wit a knife
I beat it cause I cheated, bitch I'm undefeated
66 and 0, and got 6 to go
Lick up on the dick when I pick another
that's runnin' this here
With the Black Gorillas, petty hustlers and ese's
Jeffrey Dahmer, Son of Sam, Aryan Nation and O.J.
Now how you gon' stop them,
offend
Are we still friends?
Just like Nicole and old O.J
I know that I can live without you
I can live without the yelling on the phone past
wood in my bed
roll over half praying its her sayin "wake up sleepy head"
it never is though, ok mom i'm getting up
oh mom! can i have my OJ in my
Vedes, amigo, o que oj'oy
dizer de vós, assy Deus mi perdon,
que amades ja outra e mi non;
mays, s'é verdade, vingar m'ey assy:
Punharey ja de
don't want her
This is O.J. Simpson pimping not homer
[Chorus x2]
Something about what you've done to me baby I wanna make you mine
You really bring out
some good luck
Land of the free - but we don't give a fuck
Land of the free - but without me, land of the free
Where's O.J. - he's got money that talks
close, and rep-a, resent-a, the East coast
So watch your back black, Bronx niggaz don't play
If you ever fake jax, I'll slit yo' throat like O.J.
[Fat
[Verse 1]
It was a hot night in August, (hot August night), humid
Hit the store to get some O.J. to shroom with
Ooh shitty, I'm in the world's
rap est dead, j'suis innocent comme OJ Simpson
Alors tu te demandes pourquoi je continue
Parce que j'sais rien faire d'autre mise à l'amende
to try it,
I yelled out oj is innocent, but he killed that bitch,
and started a riot
and I gave marion barry a piece of crack and told him to light it.
nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
So sit back and be O.J.
For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
I heard a nigga say
Platinum plack shining clean
Living room European
With the movie screen
Pimped out just like a dream
That O.J. sing
A little twink from my queen
I'm sippin
O.J, with blood on my gloves
I roll like young buck, homies want to hang with me
But I'm a killa on the grind livin dangerously
I'm thug pimpin, from
you down
If you want to stay on top and make the ass drop
And be like OJ and get over on the cops
Then you gotta stack knots, big faced bills
Make big
today.
You won't be mad about yesterday
Once I make you bacon and eggs, today.
Grits, (grits)
Cheese, (cheese)
O.J. fresh squeezed, (squeezed)
Jam with
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