Lyrics:
at the bridge
You niggas is sipping on 40's
I'm topping the keg you know how we play
Like G's coming up off
Watts boys in the hood spit
Nothing but that hot shit
with a pride
City boy, fuck it up fuck it up fuck it up
Always on the roam, this city's my home
If I die, you can write the album title on my stone
Never
[Backstreet Boys]
You see war is not the answer
[Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys]
For only love can conquer hate
[Christina Aguilera]
You know we've got to find
lovin' here today
Nona Gaye:
Oh my father, father
We don't need to escalate
Backstreet Boys (Brian):
You see war is not the answer
Nona Gaye
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
niggas used to sell dope, they was Backstreet Boys
Cops land 'em on the pavement, now they black street boys
Pins, trays, suits, how I'm mobbing
and replied, "Why yes
But I prefer the term African American Express"
Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle,
Nigga I want this money 'til it's rich
Buy my album
Guarded by 30 Section 3
Go against the grain
I got to pee
I know you don't recognize me now
I done
hair
Very rare, mom jeans on her derriere
Throwing up the West Side as we tear in the air
Stop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a player
Downtown,
the struggle
They don't understand that struggle can be scary
Bottom of the stairs, you run out the fire exit
Backstreet boy, you don't wanna get arrested
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
on the corner cried out "Nickels for your pity"
Them gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
Let's party
Imagine the Backstreet Boys here with the Neptunes
Call it the rec room, play time now, holla
Pusha be one if you follow, slo' mow,
And how you tell that boy go slide know it ain't in 'em
We got the backstreet really lit the other side ain't on shit
Think because I moved up out the city
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Artist/Band Jaheim
Song title Could It Be?
Album
Submitted by Terronald
Lyrics Huh, uh yeah
Bout to put it to 'em
With some ghetto slick shit, heh
make a plan, a plan
The man who made this album
I hope the outcome
Is how I wanted
I am being taunted
By idiots
Y'all is hideous
This album shall be
pimpin'
Giuseppe Zanotti, I cop by the 50, yeah
I work the backstreets in all of the cities
Yes, I paid for her thighs, lips, ass, and her titties, yeah
proto aby ses líp měl
Kdyby ses nebál doktorů, tak bys tam kurva šel
Nechal by sis vybrat žebro
A pak bys moch žit svůj sen
Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy, boy
"You get that new Backstreet Boys album yet?"
"Dude no, but did my boy, Replay! Dude's fire!"
In the Land of Shadows deep, where spectres creep
I'm
Yo
Ikoyi breed
Ward b Golds yeah
Backstreet gang
Trap disease (yeah)
Call me four four thank me later, let's go
Jen jaiye yi lowkey
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