you in the morning I feel your warmth so true The light inside of me Is there for all to see But all I think about is you But all I think about is you
Перевод: Америка. Все, что я думаю о вас.
(Why?) I think a bitch is a bitch 'Who the fuck you think you're callin' a bitch you little ? muthafucka? I dunno who the fuck you think you're talkin
that I'm foolish, I only talk about Jews Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it See I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The
I’m like Chef Boyar- -dee in this bitch; send a bomb to my moms lawyer Im a problem for ya, boy you think your Tom Sawyer, til I pull you out the f-cking
I call you I just get a dial tone [Chamillionaire] Betta check the check the checker you checking. you ain't gotta profit and you try to hide until
kinda thick but I don't think that I'ma share it no [Hook] I'm what the business is, I'm what the business is I ain't just talkin about it, I'm on my
you and you can call me Whatever you wanna do baby [Chorus: J/Weav & (Chingy)] 4x (You, could, roll, wit, me) You call if you wanna bump over me (If you
if you know me, you know that I'm liable To bust a cap cos it's all about survival of the fittest I'm a menace crook I did so much dirt I need to be
It's probably on the web, like I'm a damn tarantula But I know you don't understand, cause you thought lil wayne is weezy But weezy is dwayne I'm just
s all I know, that's all I ever knew Get money or get nuttin, knowhati'msayin? And I feel that way, forreal So hard I go, I keep pushin The games so
yeah (I got army gunz) Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I got army gunz) Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I got army gunz) Yeah yeah yeah (I-I-I-I-I got army gunz) Now ya know
Spits:] I don't got a dollar tonight, I'll just borrow Please let me in I'll bring you back tomorrow I'm tryna leave here with America's Top Model And I
first clue What is Will Smith? Hot to death not you I'm like a Porsche, you a pinto You like a tiny figurine, I'm monumental You're like a small get together
got theirs coming 'cos I'm mad and I'm gunning Homeboys and there's no running I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you No bull, no lies, no slack, just
so why I'ma name ya? I'm lookin' right at ya, an' y'all know I ain't even got to tell y'all Y'all are players, peace out to my Manager George I thought you
