Lyrics:
'o stesso e nun cagno (no)
Tu m'he ditte, "Mo basta"
Giuro, nun 'o faccio maje cchiù (maje cchiù)
Cerco scusa p''e sbaglie (eh)
Ma so' 'o stesso e
água que me dá vida
O antídoto p'a curar a ferida
De gota em gota eu vejo a saída
No meu canto eu tenho um caderno
Com palavras escritas em fogo
Da dor
was a DJ
Two, one, yep, three
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all
the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin'
and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta
So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do 'em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I
So every time I speak I'm tryna make another payment
I do 'em dirty sleep and get a dirt nap, that works
Tell my P.O. ask me where I work at
Think I
the pot yeah, the work was hard
Ride with the top down so I'm closer to God
My P.O. telling me I need a 9 to 5
But I already got a job, and that's stayin'
and freaky then drink some more
P.O. trippin bout a nigga takin drug inhancements
Askin me if I been smokin while my ? readin Branson
I say no sir not by
P.O.
Started robbin' niggaz til he caught a whole kilo
He had a bunch of starvin' niggaz he owe, he never paid though
Got large, sign on his door,
Label told me not to drop a tape, fuck 'em
P.O. Told me not to leave the state, fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Fuck 'em
Young nigga, you got it now, you're doin'
and shit on your lawn again
D.O.C. get it, C.O.D., my hood
P.O.P., nigga, N.J. deep, baby
Jersey state of mind, Method Man, lock 'em in
Ya'll niggas give
see my P.O.
She cool, she a Leo
She ain't tripping off the weed smoke
So I'ma blow it like the Patriots
And throw my dub up, cause Dr. Dre made me
drink
I'm doin' my stance, you know my molly prant
I got the loudest of the loud, you know my gas stink
My P.O. think I'm in the house, don't give a damn
muerto aquí estoy (T.E.M.P.O)
'Ombe, no, no tienen na', qué mamones son
Va a empezar la acción, sientan la tensión (ajá)
Pónganse el cinturón, tome
Yeah, hot LA nigga but I'm extra cold
No chain on and I'm extra froze
Lookin' icy, bucket hat P-O-LO
I smoke dope, everybody and my PO know
UFO,
and MikePosnercom
M-IK-E P-O-S-N-E-Rcom bitches
Tock
there, I'm out there on the radio
Catch me in the video doin' my thing
Still smokin' crucial bang
Just came off my P-O ("Yo!")
I'm in my basement writin'
atento, não ignoro sináis
Nesta vida já vi que nem sempre rimas
Nunca espero o fim só p’ra ver quem se ri mais
Quem se ri mais?
Nunca espero o fim só p
Half a gallon of Georgie Porgie
And cranberry: that's the P.O.P
Love passion, a recipe for terror
We mix them shits together and then we have an orgy
it, it" and then we fight
And then we fight
And then it's right back one more time
Right back one more time
Finna get up on my P-O-P-I-M-P-I-N'
I
O-P D-O, mothafuckin' double G
The coldest entertainer, gangbanger since Alphonz Capone (say that then)
Count money like Basie, police tryna chase me
teach
What you see you repeat
W-I-Z-O-P, Wizop
Hmm, start over
I'm the T-R-A-P-G-O-D
In the A with an FN H on me
Know the feds want to build
was a DJ
Two, one, yep, three
S-N double O-P, D-O double G
I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it
See I specialize in making all
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