Lyrics:
were by my side
Mario Kart green shells banana pills
Hello Eric I'm your doctor
You have pain have a pill
Your stomach will be fine
Surely we'll take
The count is hundred 98...before the setting sun,
They searched the yard all through the night until the morning bell,
No more delays are countenanced by
wciskam stop
Póki rap to nie pop myślę jak w 98
Robię to moje flow niesie myśli na osie
Kiedy każdy by zarobić swoje tu ci wciska kit
Dasz się robić czy
that he would write
So he sat down at her table
And they talked about the weather
98.6 and rising down by Boulder Dam that night
Chorus
Now he's traded
to you.
He's, he's from um, the Czech Republic.
And I wanted to read you this quick letter by the cat because he's just amazing. And he wrote one
a land by the sand, grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself â??cause change is
Always looking backward instead of moving forward reminiscing on days gone by in a state of constant mental torture forever wondering
lied[02:25.25]Would you let me by your side?[02:28.63]Seems like we both can't decide, woah[02:35.56]If you knew how much I lied[02:38.98]Would you let me by your
this a bitch y'all figure
It only takes a trigger and 12.98 plus tax to potentially murder 50 niggas
So motherfuckers better duck like Daffy
Cause
Today he traded his big '98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal
On a new Porsche car
He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit
He's got jeans
the freaky bitches
Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night
We don't love these hoes
(I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again)
(Bad Boy, 98)
You
a star for that shit,
And you can learn a lot by jacking jacking my style
jacking jacking my style, Y?all been jacking for a while,
Fresh from Argentini,
and we winning by ten
We proudly win, we all -? - up
(Boo) You in my house, you get no love
We be balling
Everybody likes sort of plays we calling
Your
„Smash" na taśmie
Ta nieważne jak znajdę to ci oddam
W '98 bym nie oddał to norma
Nie nosiłbym ci teczki ty byś miała mnie za głupka
Pewnie bym ci ją
and I'm all so fly
Hoes bop when I pass by 'cause they know I'm a fly guy
Show my grill and your stuck still she a han cap(handicap) and I'm a fuck her
years gone by, and I'm stuck working nine to five
That 98 Corolla, rusted and totalled
I kept the spare key but nothing else survived
Not seventeen, not
98' kurwa, 16 czwórek
4 szesnastki kurwa, jak chcesz
Michu zajebisty jest ten bit, wiesz?
Jak Mobb Deep
Nie pasuje Ci to, to wyjazd
Odbij cipo,
początek (właśnie)
Jak i koniec w '98
W dziewięćdziesiątym ósmy w '98
Hip hop muzyka stary tym się kieruj
To jest tak zastanów się kogo kryć chcesz
Ja i
drugs
I bought 'em from the Ice Cream Man
(in '98, posted up, posted up)
he's my neighborhood thug
I know I need to stop, but
I say no
(slang crack)
cuz
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
attached to 98 Dalmatians
Yeah, where them gilla niggaz out at night
You better run 'til you see the light, light
Yo, I know I had you waitin'
But death was
of the phone
I appear from the rear, stayin' from clear
Nobody can say if I'm here so they play it by ear
But here's the way I lay the idea
From this point
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
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