Lyrics:
on the cadilac we so real
Skinny deville return like a bat out of hell
Hell don't ya think nappy roots comin as well
Big V, B. Stille, Prophet, Clutch, and Fish
willing to die for mine, I'm willing to die for mine
Now all y'all done heard of me
I'm B. Gizzle
I've done things you bitch niggas scared of
I
[*talking*]
Whaa-whaa-what's up whoadie what's up
B. Gizzle, and my dog Choppa Stizzle
You understand, K-Nizzle on the trizzack
And this some G-code
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
Where lives a young country boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
He never ever learned
To read or write a book so well
But he could play his guitar
Just like
yo nunca quise,
Es cierto, nunca hacerte daño
Amor, entre tus brazos,
He ido descubriendo lo que tanto extraño.
B. Yo nunca te mentí, son cosas
featuring Master P Mo B. Dick Silkk the Shocker
Master P:
Ugh
How that feel to ya baby
That feel good to you.
Let me
myself with kings, you can keep the cowards
Everytime I reminisce, I'm rappin' different bitches
Blood is thicker than water but B.S is the thickest
Let
on the Hammer
Blood, blood blood on the world
Blood, blood blood on the Hammer
Blood, blood blood on the world
B.
The Hammer I
Take right above my eyes
Before
niggaz, keep a couple handguns
Chopper in the trunk and they keep one in the head son
B. un is out the test you wanna test son
My motive is to kill
O. B. Glad you're alive
And today is the one day
You've been waiting to try
Walking out between the rain
O. B. Glad I am here
To have the fun
beat
Takin' it to the street
Dance away!
Taking time out
Look to the future
Anything you wanna be
Easy like your A. B. C.
Taking some
Yes it's my melody
Eric B. (check out my melody)
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's
Yes it's my melody
Eric B. (check out my melody)
Marley Marl synthesized it, I memorize it
Eric B. made a cut and advertised it
My melody's
the freaks of the industry,
You's a freak Money B. You got that Shock G
The freaks of the industry,
And when you see us back stage, be prepared to G.
Say
Bailão vai até o sol aparecer
Que é pra você ver, espairecer
Se der b. o sabe o que vão dizer
""Se é marginal, deixa se virar""
Mas quando virar eles vão
the grammies on LD. Nothing y'all can ever tell me
Showing my talent to Mel B. Run drills like Odell B
Incense roaming through the room, spend a lot of racks
I'm a monster made of pure id
Nobody could flow that florid, well I sure did,
The ladies rollin’ with me all built like B. Orchid
I'm your girlie's
of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy name of Johnny B. Goode...
He never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like
we do it
I'm hittin' on the West Side
It's bumpin' on the East Side
Slammin' on the South Side
Makin' noise on the North Side
Now Jack B.
in teh park
Jewelry all gleamin' like Rakim Allah
My Eric B. is my nine in the car
You try to G me, get nine in your jaw
Bless all the felons that
at our shows
And nights we didn't get paid
There's been bar tabs and b.s
Choices, good and bad
But it's all part of the story and the damn good luck we've
believe in yourself
Cut the B.S and the nonsense
Don't let the witches cast their spells on you
They say shut up and follow the rat race
So in that case
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