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moving snow Cut the heads off the sheep and Sit 'em all around the GOAT O-m w, bmw, n-e w I got that R-A W, for the L-O W That's non-refundable, that's L-A
AK I'm still the thug that you love to hate Little busta, I hit em up I'm from N-E W Jerz Where plenty murders occur No point to comment We bringin
puto Mas lembrei que eu sou brabo Eu não vou parar Porque eu sei que eu sou brabo (L*w*n uh,L*w*n uh,L*w*n uh, Hey) Eles querem que eu pare Mas eu
your life you for live your life Lebi k3 gbeke we outside w)n trip W)n trip Daa k3 location we never stop for one sec Ats) we came lit and shit Ts) we
jan n k te ka waw Plis w ap fè tan pase W ap di w ka ranplase m Plis gen men k ap tann pou ranmase Kè Depi m ale M ale Latè mèt tranble Loray mèt
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head Game First things first (Aftermath) The Chronic is back This is indo, produced by Timbo Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain
Rebbi yjib chifa Gatli mama rta7 chwya mossiqa settatk Tbe3na denya 3yina ta mn hlamna seddat Mn seghri dert l3ekss Mn zehri ta mn n3assi mcha w
Hey N.W.O Jonas I'm Red Hood Just pull up in the Hood I'm Red Hood Just pull up in the Hood I'm Red Hood Just pull up in the Hood I'm Red Hood Just
N.W.A. Muthafuck the law I'm turnt I'm turnt up, when it's going down Got pills by the pack, purple by the pound Keep it cool lil round, and don't step
sonw nèg vanyan ou son w neg de klass Ou bann sa n bezwen san w pa gonw pil kach W gon sajès sokrat san w pa fè gro klass Mèsi Papi dèske w pa yon lach
Verir sana yara Düşürüyo dara Adı kara para Kafa gelir maradona ey İz bırakır kola N.W.A aga Burada siz gibileri kaldırılıyo rafa ey Buralar
Moses Front door she better leave it open Never left on read/red no air Coz I ain't no haemoglobin Ironic she wants the bone 'n W-w-w-wow done know
Yeah, n***** Is trippin' W******* sippin' Damn Bro this beat is way too slow for me Oh, s*** Okay, hold up Okay, hold up, wait (Yuh) N***** is
Smoczek wepchnęła dłoń matczyna Co cię dręczyło Stasiu N Inni zapadli w błogi sen Nie chcieli słuchać pytań twych I odpowiedzi nie znał nikt Gdy latek
She got a whip n got a job n got some money to spend N on the weekends she go out n get drunk w her friends You know its merc when i slide, when i ride
Un deux trois, quatre cinq six Genesis where it started, I roll with the Jesus piece Jesus big bro like Kolo, I come like Yaya Y.N.W.A, never walk
Ya walfet sahrat 3omri w tbargich Khetra f Sheraton Khetra f la corniche Ya kayen les victimes 3meri zehi w zidi 7naya n7alibo W ntiya galibi
malhass w li lina 3lina raddi Hyatna ma3refna n3ass w la weed lina maladie Nsoufri f baladi Saber wa lakin Kaber karh kolch .. Fina malidie .. Taba3
the m*therfuckers at an marketing firm called N.W. Ayer. They were hired in 1938 because De Beers had just found yet another sh*tload of diamonds in South Africa
D-U-D-E-T-H-A-T-H-A-S-S-E-X-W-I-T-H-P-I-G-S-F O-R-M-O-N-E-Y-B-U-T-O-N-L-Y-A-S-A-S-I-D-E-T H-I-N-G-R-I-G-H-T-N-O-W,I-'-M-J-U-S-T-S-H-O R-T-O-N-C-A-S-H-A-N-D-H-A-V-E-I-R-O-N-S-I-N
I See me riding in blue Beamer or sun W dem knots all in my pocket so I ain needing for nun N da diamonds onna hunnit w the vvs bussin I make lil
to make you feel good I used to steal goods and fake my parents out real good But now I got K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E of self 'cause I`m me And the nation
'mi l'ona ile adura W'a ma'n pe'gan 'mi W'a 'lo tu tin'ulo Instrumental Interlude Aiye n'reti eleya 'mi o 'Won n'reti eleya 'mi o L'ojo 'jumo 'Won ti
man I just want you to spell for me New York, can you do that, man? Sure man, I can spell New York, well go ahead man N-e-w Y-O-R-K, that's New
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