Lyrics:
chair tied in a suburban drinkin' burban
I'm only three and gotta chip Motorola
A hoochie babysitter with snitches by the stroller
Lyin cryin
no more
Saw my teacher miss elaine at the grocery store
I waited by her car, she asked: "why aren't you in school? "
Put my gun up to her head
Love big titties, turned on by them C Cups
Did a show in Boston drinking lean out a tea cup
No party, I'm sorry
Ridin' round in the motorcycle, no
me some paper
My FAM need that paper
We gonna get it by any means
I'm stay straight like a spleen
I'm your majesty, you're the deva
Your after
Blank
I am sitting in a chair, in
A bedroom, in a house
That I bought three years ago
The house is in the Hollywood hills
My mother is in the living
Jadakiss
Three in a half years if they catch you with a gat, all that means is that n*gg*as is shooting back
War is something I've got the taste for
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
the chair and then I break out the kush
I hope she like banana, 'cause I got that Fruit by the Foot
Now, she say she love me, well, I love her when
more for this city then these rappers that have blown
It's only been three years, look at how I've grown
I'm just in my zone, I call this shit the calm
Flair, nigga
(Woo) the power's in my hair, nigga
(Woo) I give this beat the chair, nigga
Soho or Tribeca, three hoes, trifecta
Dope money, hope money,
wrong (dead wrong)
First, you get your swagga right
Then, go stand right by that light
Let that light hit off that ice
Lookin like you landin flights
black flamingo chair
You`ll sit among her trophies
And pray to be abandoned
Till you don`t know what hope is
[Chorus:]
But there`s one thing that I
And the arm fell off my favorite chair again
The man called me today and said he'd haul my things away
If I didn't get my payments made by ten
Three cheers!
They're yellin' again
Three cheers!
They'll be at it to the end
So drink some big beers and go crazy tonight
They're all dressed
(That's all I do)
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Illegal niggas but we been legit
(That's all I do)
Off you niggas I never benefit
Bought it by
cottage surrounded by a colorful, looked-after garden.
The Old Gardener is sitting between the plants, speaking to them tenderly and respectfully.
Edward
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
Only for once
ArmanHz, Mobile Green, on me
Big Latinas on me (Yeah)
Big machines only (Yeah)
Twenty K in cash by my lonely (No)
Can't fuck that
old get some rocking chairs show you how much you mean to me
If this bar was a church
Maybe I'd be married by now
You're the Faith to my Tim
We'd be
who the fuck are you
Ain’t even respond, I just knew that I was fucking screwed
Couldn’t even say a word until they all swung on Vu
Now its on, 3 on 1,
3G
You were the most loyal of friends
A constant companion of my own
You stayed by my side till the end
Even though you were just a phone
And I’m sorry
and then she complains of not finding the tot-measure at home/
Vers 1
Bring jydie dop/ dan ry hy die vlok/ kry by my die stock/ dankbaar sysie kok/ en kry
dress to choose
Three girls
Eyes rolled
Loud laughter
Dust specs lit by afternoon
My life is sweet like lemonade now there's no bitter fruit
a high-chair, the devil's refugee
Is gonna be blinded by the light that follows me
She fade in-out
She fade in-out
Without a doubt
I don't see no shine
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