Lyrics:
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
Obrigado por ouvir até aqui!
Posthumous song by a great friend who is still missing, Osvaldo Sussi
About the album:
""8 centavos e vários nada""
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
get fucked by the industry when my path be on divinity
Now I'm stoned to infinity
Cause I
Just want some Dixie Queen
I said I
Can't find my Dixie Queen
Today I went to Major Matt's
To remaster my old album
And on the L train in the morning
I was pretty sure I saw Will Oldham
He was wearin' the same
and Queens, and among them Alice recognises the White Rabbit: he is talking in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything that is said, and goes by without
she's my guiding hand
With her by my side, I swear I know we’d understand
Our love is the rhythm and together, we would expand
All hail my Naija queen
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
Toño, e be like say I go upgrade my career... by lightening my skin, looking posh, straighten my nose, pump my azz, you know... make I do many
album credits
If you open up and look at the cover
You'll see Cop killin' Queens in this mothafucker
And we all represent the Group Home click
L O S T B
wagosi WA kaya
Album tunauza wenyewe wadosi wabaya
Mtaa kwa mtaa WA kush tunafosii Ile Mbayaaaah!
Sina mikwara ya mandonga ukibugi nnavunja taya
Niko solo
up by one time
And I'm back on my fucking way to county jail
Niggas tell ome on da streets
That my pussy for sale
Peter Pipper, pick a pepper
Yo I'm
eternal
But I can guarantee I'll go down in History when the situation's a word That ends with
An I-R-E
But it starts with a D, tried to sell my Student ID
car bombs
For bein' over-critical when Uncle get it on
I'll burn your magazine, GOD'll intervene
Can't front on this hip-hop phenomenon from Queens
by tonight
Just a little push, and you'll be smilin'
So you play your albums, and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking
the bitches
Now a queen's a queen and a stunt is a stunt
You can tell who's who by the things they want
Most chicks want minks
Diamonds, a Benz
Spend up all
Queens is in the buildin'
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin' like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled
by my damn self
By my damn self, upped it by my damn self
I remember I was goin' hard by my damn self
My damn self, I did it by my damn self
I
by step
Sopra una ruota su una vespa adrenalina
Quattrodicianni e tutti gli altri cocaina
Non me ne fotte di una troia e una sveltina
C'ho una queen
will get you by tonight
Just a little push `n` you`ll be smilin`
La da da, Oh yeah, yeah
So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you
it, yeah
From Newark to BX to Queens
Came back, man, we say "Who next?" Yeah, yeah, yeah
Toast to the kings, yeah
Toast to the queens up in here,
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
You welcome to the album fam
A yo l go by
a princesona tá pelada
a 200 por hora o BPM e a Queen balança conforme nóis faz
entre a gente é paz
conexão corporal é sagaz
lhe entrego meu amor bebê
motherfuck Snoop, motherfuck Death Row
Yo, and here comes my left blow
Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season
To let the real motherfuckin' G's in
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