Il primo della classe porta gli occhiali Il primo della classe c'ha gli stivali Il primo della classe e paraculato Il primo della classe e uno sfigato
Continui pensieri, diversi e confusi, ti rodono dentro Non ti lasciano dormire e pensi a lui Cerchi di capire dove hai sbagliato E sulle cose chiare
Scivolo sulla pelle tua, il fuoco nasce e cresce dentro me, brucia le distanze che adesso piccole appartengono a noi, e una melodia che al ritmo dell
Abbiamo una relazione anormale Basata sulla tua felicita Non ascolti mai le mie parole Dimmi come fai Io ti voglio solamente amare Io ti voglio solamente
E tu lo sai che correre distante senza di me Ti portera soltanto dove il sole non c'e E regnera il buio di cio che non sei, di cio che vorrai E chiederti
knew the truth he'd hit the roof Just heard ya baby's mama was smoked out Fuck the drama Wanna break my loc's out Smoking blunts getting drunk off that
and take a trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches
ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it
fatso Bounce in a minivan Astro after my gat BLOW! [Chorus] Aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough (get dough nigga) Roll up, light up, and smoke that 'dro (smoke
day So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way Chorus 2X Verse Two: Busta Rhymes Yo, everyday I see you on the block smoking With
the top, from hoopties to a drop And kill or be killed is the attitude I got nigga [Chorus] [Young Buck] I know you prayin I get killed nigga
pink. Laughin’ at us on the avenue Bustin’ caps at each other after havin’ brew We can’t enjoy ourselves Too busy jealous... of each other’s wealth Commin
about to go on a ride! Let the show beginnnnnn! [Ludacris] Lights, camera, annnnnd ACTION! Take 6, Ludacris, it's nice to meet ya Blow the smoke in
blood one on a Dr. Dre track Now the world is affiliated Some authentic some n****s Milli Vanilli bangers Some get smoked others smoke chronic out
Intro: How Jamaica a gwaan so, man? Mi a tell yu seh yesterday mi see a car accident an see di two man dem go fi war, like dem wan kill each other An
the dark - I tear this other me apart How many years ago - How many deaths I can't let go My flesh is temporary - My God, extraordinary YOU - CAN'T - KILL
like a new automobile Flow six-fo', you can't steal cause I got a kill switch with a itch for the action While other rappers use mass weapons of destruction
thrill me Said the niggaz I killed is out to kill me Soon as she smoked on that note, I saw trenchcoat One had a mac spittin', all I saw was gun smoke The other
