Lyrics:
Signalement
Yeux bleus
Cheveux
Châtains
Jane B.
Anglaise
De sexe
Féminin
Âge, entre vingt et vingt-et-un
Apprend
Le dessin
Signalement
Yeux bleus
Cheveux
Châtains
Jane B.
Anglaise
De sexe
Féminin
Âge, entre vingt et vingt-et-un
Apprend
Le dessin
Gentleman ft. Anthony B. - Face Off
Fire-starter blaze it
What me seh we fi do put down put down the gun deh
Oh yes this is gentleman and Anthony B.
that
Taste this here, now eat it, right
Hold on, hold on, my mom might hear this
(No, go on, say it)
Nah, it's nasty
Quit that, uh
[Chorus: B. Stille
is the last gig for Johnny B. Goode
And now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly
the rugged female Heather B.
So all you gun waving niggas put down your glocks please
No need for playing the hard anymore
The bulletproof lyricist is
goes, he dropped from his pose
Hit the ground and his blood FLOWED, mom's are cryin
"Woman lose her head and cry" -> B. Marley
Mom's are cryin
"Cause her
khosss à la cityne
Rabzouz avec des grosses cojones
C'est la B.S et pim, pim
Les stupéfiants c'est à dame
Un double casse place Vendôme
C'est
khosss à la cityne
Rabzouz avec des grosses cojones
C'est la B.S et pim, pim
Les stupéfiants c'est à dame
Un double casse place Vendôme
C'est
Brandi B.
Brandi B, you and me.
I rinse gentle rolling sea, Santorini.
Skipper me not Nick the Greek at the helm.
Only then am I truly free.
You
Refrén: Itt a Fresh. B. I. - Véged ma éjjel végre
Fresh. B. I. - Meghalt a város is már
Fresh. B. I. - Ne mozdulj, itt van a vége.
Fresh B. I. -
know that'll never do
Oh, if I should cry, baby would that do poor B. any good?
Well, if I should cry darlin', honey, would it do poor B. any good?
R.O.C., we running this rap shit
Memphis Bleek, we running this rap shit
B. Mac, we running this rap shit
Freeway, we run this rap shit
O
understand
The burden that I carry, oh it's so heavy
It seems, seems like ain't nobody in this great big world
That would want to help old B.
Hey, but
No. B (Yeah)
Nolan B. (Yeah)
No. B (Yeah)
Nolan B. (Yeah)
No. B (Yeah)
Nolan B. (Yeah)
No.. (Yeah)
New Pyrex on the stove (Pyrex on the stove)
Who
knew it
Fool, you know how we do it
You know how we do it
Jack B. Nimble, and Jack B. Quick
if you want to jack me on a lick, cause
I'm
you rap
Turbo B. is a bubble and you know it - know it ....
Give a little, you know I've gotta take a little
Because I want to give a little
It
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
a country boy named Johnny B. Goode.
He never learned to read or write so well,
But he could play a guitar like ringin' a bell.
Go go, go Johnny go, go;
welcome there
In my heaven
In my heaven I can sing like Elvis
Play guitar like B. B. King
Slide a fast ball past Hank Aaron
Batter, batter, batter
[Featuring Master P Mo B. Dick]
[little Kevin]
hey cmurder who you who you hang with?
[c murder]
say lil kevin boy you know i'm still makin
[Chorus]
Mo B. Dick
We Gangstafied (Yes you know, yes you know ,yes you know)
We Gangstafied (This is for the real tru Gangstas)
We Gangstafied
on
The shooting company of Captain Frans B. Cocq
My uniform shines the livery of a high-born man
The Claw-guild signs immortalized by the master's hand
Light
waitin
B. gon' be the biggest on top, and there ain't no debatin
People in my way, I'm talkin' ladies and gents
Gotta go through em' just so they can see,
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