Lyrics:
The three, the three
With them lips by Kylie she a freak
She nasty, nasty
V.I.P, need seen I.D. 'fore we speak
See it, see it
E.P.T, Black Rabbit we like forty
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
By-bypass, oltre il confine su questo starburst
Stringhe di codice corrotte formano il tuo high-class, die fast
Zara lo predisse, di corpi mutilati sulle scie
and heavy breathing
Working on the craft like a blacksmith a Stephen
Surrounded by a class of "A" peers but I gotta be in
All these rappers are class acts
chat omu p3 casa
Stack bands it no be yawa
Benz E Class she love
The colour of the lights
And if you're talking money
You ain't gotta ask twice
Blowing
the hood)
So whatever ever happen, I'm with it
P-O-E 'til I D-IE, I got P-IE's
For the low, come and see that cheese
You might be the police so
I don't give
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
roger
Radar identification, turn right, heading 0-3-0
I got mo' class than most of 'em, ran wit' the best of 'em
Forgave the less of 'em and blazed
I'm a son of a poem
And I live in a lyric
I was taught by a flow
In a class with rhythm
Fell in love with the sound
I only spoke of listening
Yeah
Ooh, Ooh, Uh huh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I wanna, Ooh
I wanna
I wanna flex on my ex (My yeah)
I wanna bury a check (A check)
Count hundreds by
swear to god
Me i no fit shout
You go learn lesson no be class
Before you roll with the devil
No the cost
Say only god
Blessing no fit cast
And e no fit
through the streets
Cause when I’m gone
I ain’t coming back
Best believe me if I get the racks
You won’t ever see me in a class
Unless it’s s class
Or a g
In the 'E' section of the seventh grade at the Girls' school in the middle of the city,
are studying Chithra, Sujitha and Subha
Chitra is the first
Eu queria ser como o meu pai
E dar aquela proteção que nunca trai
Ser como o Ranger Vermelho
Verosímil, ver o líder ao ver-me ao espelho
Queria
I had crack, makin' my C.R.E.A.M. work
Burgundy Denali by the alley, weed from Cali
Linen suit, pair of Balleys, big crib by the valley
Ghost
elevators in my crib, Burberry in my car
fire dro' by the jar, burn rubber on the tar
I like to show off-I use to be the class clown
but my teacher always
the money!)
If you want to go and get high with me
Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-E
Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!)
In
out (E-Class and that's just the beginning)
Worldwide (I'ma live it up) Until I die
(Coast to coast) From the N.O. (Back to the N.Y.)
(Far out, risin'
raised, go by chico
Ya tu sabes la que hay, Puerto Rico
Not gon' fold or drop names, that's on Street Flow
Latin nigga, ima different kinda king tho
From
nice
But the opposite don't look twice
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
(You're Ghetto)
You're G to the H to the E to the T T O
[Kardinal]
You
your spine, makes you numb
And that's only around a quarter way done
So I'm sure you'll be dead by the end of the song
Ah man are you scared? I'm just
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta you try my hand and get cut
And Hav by the raft for the AK dunn
I'm
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
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