Lyrics:
a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka)
USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka
Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her
Bring her to the world of a low down
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
An independent
ever stop
Scott LaRock heard a dope story
About him from the Blastmasta
Out west RIB mac Dre & The Jacka
When we die it plants new seeds
For new Big Bank
you do it mom, huh?
She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself, why he by himself?
He got two older brothers, one hood, one good
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać rap
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać
to takie piękne
Tak wnieść się w bezkres
Serce pełne nadziei, głowa obaw Jacka
Zobacz, moje życie na Ziemi całe to awiacja
A bilety na ten lot
To ktoś
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
First of all you gotta have nuts
Don't give a fuck
Nigga's duck when I bust
'cause they know if I miss it ain't by much
Thinkin short like
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać
Rap
Stworzeni by wygrywać
Cały czas musimy zdobywać świat
Stworzeni by nagrywać
wasn't for you
I miss my fuckin' homeboys
I wish, I could bring em' back
Big Benz with the slap, in the back, by the pack
And if you can't move them,
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
By się później z Jacka dogadać słowami
Brakuje Kaczmara z jego komentarzem (Po którym
Nic dodać właściwie nie sposób)
By w kalejdoskopie bieżących
you ain't got Jesus with you
Last Supper, you might get fucked by niggas that's eatin' with you
Side bitch was trippin', I fucked but won't spend
and the jackas wanna kick in my do' (do')
I'm a d-boy, didn't graduate
But I, got a Ph.D from Pimp State
And I, got a Master's Degree in movin' weight
And my,
While navigating by my lonesome in the rain
There once lived a young man by the name of Tommy
Took care of his seed and of course mommy
Had guap in
the peace, im in the zone all by my lonsome, who want some,
touchable by fume, protolome, stop it, a nigga writing this cracka, im
with knife n jackas, i
trunk exposed
Swishahouse baby that's my crew roll wit us or you'll get ran through
We loved by few and still true let me tell yall jus wat it do
przekazuję swój potencjał
Dbam by moja prezencja to była półka górna
Tak by Bóg, moje dzieciaki, i żona była dumna
Uważaj, żeby go nie stracić, bo to będzie
Oakland, California
And let me take you to by the Bay
In Oakland, California
Huh, I know a girl from
From Oakland, California
I know a place
Called Oakland,
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
drugs, Can't take this from
Him, He loved girls. Went from neighborhood
Jackas,To neighborhood stackas I-10 ridaz,to
I-10 traffickas. Imagine us in that
better than a life under a spell
Some sing songs of Churchill and some of Errol Flynn
Verses for Albert Jacka and Charles Kingford Smith
But none of them
jakieś oklepane hasła masz coś do Jacka
Dajesz zwykły pokaz prostactwa
Gówniarze wykrzywiają twarze
Żałosne obrazy jakieś pseudo gangsterskie grymasy
To o
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