Lyrics:
get it for cheaper
from my boy name Jesus
I estimate you ain't never made or scrape two
My runner made a thousand in a day
He got his show on
Performing
Even if I made an album
With a Punjabi hit-squad
Clash me, I'll make you jump like Kris Kross
Make a man know, that I'm not a nimrod
And if you still
ran up thirty, on thirty, on thirty
When I'm in the streets, I stay too sturdy
Two by two Hellcat, go fast
Four by four, Lamb' truck on the gas
I'm
Poor White Folks [Instrumental]
Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys
The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
and times gone by
And all the fear I feel
Emanating from your four wheels
It dissipates as soon as I
I remember all the things that I've survived
was warned in 4 days yea
Horny for days I'm not seducing you by any way ay
Wrote on me I never knew you was capable in this situate wait yea
So engaged
rip those with metal tip blades
You be the runner from the mind gunner
Rotating glock Punisher slays four ways with sprays
I put away thugs connecting
a nigga four times like a nigga Stunna
Fucked a lil bad bitch, Swear to God she a runner
Gotta big G-Lock and it gotta lot of kick
Swear to God I ain't gay
day shh got-got by shh (Bow)
Gang done got down two this week that's shh and shh (Turn turn turn turn)
They should know better
Don’t see me in the flesh
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
Dennis playing by himself, man
Five, four, three, two, one
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
runners who played summers from
Wave runners
Then caught cases and starved cause they ain't say nothing
I got the two by fours up in case the raid coming
the bungalows
Baggin' up rocks the size of melons
That's when the fiends start tellin'
You can catch 'em on the couch everyday at 4 o'clock like Ellen
hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down
umbilical cord
Warlord of rap that'll bash you with
A 2 by 4 board
And smash into your Honda Accord
With a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward droppin'
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
Smoke session live resin 4
A-1 Pe$o
Alpaca
(Yeah yeah, yeah yeah)
Let's go
Let's go
Let's go
This is brought to you by (And the beat is so cold)
The legendary, Earth Yarb (Yeah
to play
AK by the safe so the safe is safe
My Death Row Chain got pharaoh face 4x
Might go blind staring in his face
My Death Row Chain make her toss it up
on the way
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Peabody street venturing off Georgia
I never hugged no corner
That is not an ice-cream
Truck that's
Nigga tryna make the fucking
Hundreds double up
Head nigga, I’m a breadwinner
And lately I could give a
Fuck about a runner up
Fly ass nigga, ain’t no
off them man are just lying
Send a young runner out in the field
Put pressure on a yout like a brand new signing
Why them man talking 'bout trap
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