still looks very wrong Just look into a mirror and a dumb-ass you will see You're just a stupid jock with an S.F.L.B. No helmet, no pads, no skin-tight
still looks very wrong. Just look into a mirror and a dumb-ass you will see. You're just a stupid jock with an S.F.L.B. No helmet, no pads, no skin-tight
Fordítás: Home Grown. Sflb.
it still looks very wrong. Just look into a mirror and a dumb-ass you will see. You're just a stupid jock with an S.F.L.B. No helmet, no pads, no skin
hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead, Here's a bouquet, L.V.s nigga on every suitcase, Y.M. nigga it's
B-C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to the M X to the Y and finally the Z Fin to go um, just ride in the wind
they girl's socket Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it Lock it, down (Yeah, yeah) The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher Southwest
out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
shut out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a
grow up he can have a lil fun I'm still sellin keys, stackin Gs on the D.L. I stashed a million under the barber shop on V.L. Now I ain't no rapper Playa
they girl's socket Know, the D to the F is gon' forever rock it Lock it, down (yeah, yeah) [T-Mo] The T stands for T-Mo, who's known as a teacher SouthWest
's a chill wind blowin' in my soul And I think I'm growing old [u) The Fletcher Memorial Home] [Paranoid Eyes / The Final Cut] [Jim Roberti:] The Fletcher Memorial, Home
