talk about it for a while O yeah? So you went school to relearn how to smile O yeah? She said la de da de, dream, she said come on O yeah? Well, o yeah
Fordítás: End Of Fashion. O Igen.
m down with the U-Ack and Bushman Peace to the Beatnuts, peace to the Pharcyde Yeah, you know what time it is Yeah, that's how it is (The silliness continues til the end
, this shit is for real Get yourself a nose job, yeah that's down Trying to look like a white man, you brainwashed clown You're up on European fashion
U-Ack and Bushman Peace to the Beatnuts, peace to the Pharcyde Yeah, you know what time it is Yeah, that's how it is (The silliness continues til the end
comin' like I'm comin' When I come through so get ready I'm the real deal And you can see what I'm sayin' even if you standin' two blocks away I'm from the C.O
wack, I traveled a rocky road Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins But I'ma raise hell to the bitter end, I
stands for my being and my being stands for the woman who stood and braved the storm to raise the seedling. (Brother sun, sister moon, mother beautiful) Yeah
did we end up like this? Da da da How did we end up like this? Da da da How did we end up like this? Da da da How did we end up like this? Hey, yo,
Diamond Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those The whole click glow, click the sickoes with the chick-o
the night sky like shooting stars I could really use a wish right now Wish right now Wish right now [Verse 1: B.o.B.] Yeah I could use a dream or a genie
front of that and that is what I am to the end That's a Saint muthafucka simplify it for them where your funeral comes with a 2nd line at the end yeah
stands for my being And my being stands for the woman who stood And braved the storm could raise this evening (Brother, sun, sister, moon, mother beautiful) Yeah
Lex Diamond Organized crimin, bank rolls yeah we get those Fly clothes, slip those, spot foes then we hit those The whole click glow, click the sickoes with the chick-o
style! Spoke on a nigga and spoke that bullshit That another nigga won't - O's no joke that bullshit (whooow!) Hoes no potes! - Hoes no fashion! I see
sky like shooting stars I could really use a wish right now Wish right now Wish right now [Verse 1: B.o.B.] Yeah I could use a dream or a genie or a
