Lyrics:
I sent my prayers up to G O D, G O D
Jesus MVP it would be O G be O G
if you could make this song a B O P, B O P
make it blow up like it was TNT, TNT
kurwo
Znikaj
Słyszałaś kurwo
Znikaj
A teraz jak cheerleaderka
G B L T Q
Ten skrót znaczy wypierdalaj
L Lepiej
G Gówniaro
B Bierz nogi za pas
T Q I T
G
She was a punk Lolita
C.B.G.B. era
Holes in her stocking
Nothing is shocking
Down at the heels
Had what it takes to feel
She could rock
sempre
Am Em G C Am Em
Aquele que venceu
Am G/B
Não abro mão do meu chamado
C
still a G, just be honest
Yeah, dawg be honest, yeah, dawg be honest
Yeah, dawg be honest, yeah, dawg be honest
If you ain't from the street, but still
to that big fast money
This is for my city where the G's be
Time is of the essence, so I'm moving quickly to the check (Check)
Got no time to pause on my
Amazônia em chamas – Zecas Lima
Tom: Am
C G/B Am
Estamos no mundo sem rumo sem paz
Nigga did that G shit, nigga did that me shit
G runnin' 'round on that
Fucked up police shit
They be asking questions but G‚
He ain't seen shit
G So
gotta be a g
gotta be a g till the day that i die
southside of this city i was born and raised,
so i rep my neighborhood on or off the stage
H town
* Please send all corrections to typist
[B.G.]
I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics
Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll
Let's go, let's go
Yeah! (yo, yo)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
(Ayo), OK, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah!
(D-S-G-B, come on),
a cancer, taking over
G/B Cadd9
Not a soul conquering.
Riff
1
2
3
4 0h3
5 3h5 0h3
6
why I'm here and on the case.
Rapping up every mind with a special degree in socio-psycholo G.B.E.
The Gary Byrd Experience is my course
When you
your hoes, we came to
bring back soul
Yeah, Sunny Jewels that be G.G.O.
Killah Priest, that be G.G.O.
Prodigal Sunn, be G.G.O.
60 Sec., that be
[Intro 1: The Notorious B.I.G. (Dude)]
(Yo Bigs man, what's wrong man? You look like you got problems, man!)
Ayo man!
Pssh, man...
It's this fuckin'
I'm a young nigga, go by the name B.G.
Don't stunt, nigga, my K hold fifty
And I will use, in a minute you six feet
I refuse to lose, I issue
Intro:
[willie d of geto boys]
Still going
Yeah, here we go again
We bout to roll on some motherfuckers
G.b. rap-a-lot mafia
Recognize the mob nigga
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing
[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo was his name-o
B I N G O
B I N G O
B I N G O
And Bingo was his name-o
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo was his name-o
B I N G O
B I N G O
B I N G O
And Bingo was his name-o
There was a farmer who had a dog
Bingo
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G-H-T-A-I-D-S-D-I-E-S-E-K-T-E
A-Doppel-G-R-O-B-E-R-L-I-N-F-I-C-K-D-I-C-H
S-I-D-O-B-T-I-G
ball till we fall
Ebe G thing jo
Wana livety be G thing soooor
Y'all know my style
I know you hate this life
You know we're fly
Thug life beyond the sky
club
Makes ginger
"Go on, you can do it, smile"
Smiles
Wants anarchy, smiled
Is the fungus damp in the cellar?
Positive, G.B.H.
Smiles
With
home again
E G B
All of a sudden there's nothing to do where there once was an awful lot
E G
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