Fordítás: James Fox. Néni Jackie.
throw it on I speak how i feel im a fox 5 general yall rap b****hes is all so subliminal thats why i ones them everytime i pass em frontin wit young g the fox
I'm a Fox 5 General Y'all rap bitches is all so subliminal That's why I ones them every time I pass 'em Frontin' wit' young G, the Fox 5 Captain So which
now thinks I'm gay Oh, and "Fear Factor" I watched maybe a half hour After that, felt like I needed a long shower Network execs with naked ambitions "Next week on FOX
, posted on that 5 9 I got a burner in my lap at all times And a bag of sticky icky green limes I'm a block burner like Lil' Wayne, revisin' the game like King James
a piece of this American dream It seems it's sunken to where this money is all they in love with [J. Cole - Verse 1] Yo, Tasha, a fox but, been round
the plans in his hand (Why wait until the heartbeat stops?) (Heartbeat props) I'm the type of guy that's sly like a fox An honor roll student in the
with this Kid who punked out bust a shot up in the becon Catch me in the corner not speakin' Crushed out heavenly, UG rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he's remarkably fat He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he's the St. James Street
never go soft (never) I make that pussy snap back back back and forth Some more outtakes over b.rich roughbreaks I write more rhymes han rick james makes
the hot ass flow And go straight at them, quickly go platinum Still cocky, wrist still rocky Real chunky niggas still want me Still touring and shopping in every country Fox
a cage Bit off his own leg in a rage In a rage.... (Repeat 1st verse) David Crosby, Lead Vocal Jeff Pevar: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar James Raymond: Vocals, Organ James
Music by elton john and james newton-howard Available on the album the fox [instrumental]
She came in like a hurricane Wearin' boots and diamond rings With a fox fur on her shoulder She set wonderin' And I could tell she was feelin' abandoned
quarters, not a thing short of Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like thelma, james
around niggas spit niggas names/ 96 was when the love was real/ When Big came and took the whole Brooklyn to fame/ Straight off of St. James, lookin'
soil, and his ear to the ground Hiding in shadow, he takes the risks You are the pimp who steals the sound Fox breathes again, when the fox breathes
