pappa dem a call him pappy yeah Yes daddy snow are de roam da belly an' ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? *4 Yes daddy snow dance on along Yes daddy snow might have talk
Fordítás: Hó. Részeg Stílusok.
Method Man] I get scanned, rip sand With this stick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now Kick crowd, hot style You-get-shot-style Timid, scared
us, you don't I get scanned, rip sand With this stick style Pistol, lick ground Get off my dick now Kick crowd, hot style You-get-shot-style Timid,
snow She was a foxy heater Rotating like the sun So won't you tame yor man Hot George Pavlovian he said "Lo" [**unsure about this line] He was a bronzed style
need no wonderwoman, hmm, I wonder Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest And she's whiter than snow is ("too much of that snow
old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style, smokin' dank Cognac lounge beat, cognac lounge beat Motherfucker, cognac lounge beat Mother, motherfucker Yeah, it's that old mackin' fast Old school gangsta style
my tank or key the kid car 'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar But that ain't even ya man's style
[Intro] I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding Come and fucking get me, motherfucker Yeah, break, start the song now
You shoulda slayed me as a baby Behavin' shadier than Wes Craven And you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me drunk
-cult classic-bastard style To be your lawfully wedded head trip Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet, snow
hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded," Yeah sixteen years old hangin' out drinkin' forties In the East Columbus cold As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow
Thirsty? Sniffin out a pig nose My Benz built with wings and 6-0's My flows is, North Pole cold My hands got areas to fit snow Doc, mixin hoes and disco
some food and we ain't gon' stop now [Ghostface Killah] I'm like them '86 Brooklyn niggas Fuck if I cook coke with niggas Operate over snow, and I brought
a room full of paint Spell negative. But tell me how far can I take it. Egnraved in my brain Hold the pain like it's sacred. Snow fall covers all that
cold classic-bastard style To be your lawfully wedded head trip Doing base throughout sickness, health, electrical storm Fire, pain, rain, hail, wind, ice, sleet, snow
Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as
to get The desired effect to win, let us begin [x4:] {"You got it"} {"I know you got.."} [Dove:] Yeahs my mellow, we glow like snow yellow Byprints
