If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son. I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one. . I got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol. Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed.
This. This has opened my eyes. Pushed now far away. Remains the same. Love persisted. Crazed thoughts away. Time shows all ways. This. Bring me. Bring me forth I.
On a midnight train to Laredo. Four aces stepped aboard. Gonna find a Laredo rose. Find out who was she chose. . She is in love with a bearded sanger.
Frozen, like winter's chill. What is the reason that makes you cold hearted?. With fake emotion, so full of perplexity. What is convincing your conscience to stay that way?.
Lazy-ass gentlemans may I have yo' drunk-ass attention please. Comin to you motherfuckers live on stage here tonight. I'd like to present the most intoxicated, most inbreezeiated.
Lazy-ass gentlemans, quiet down quiet down please. I'd like to welcome all y'all intoxicated-ass niggaz. To the X.O. Experience. For this next selection was played on the forty ounce bottles.
All bitches come and kick it with me. Weed smokers come and hit it with me. Alcoholics come and sip it with me. Uh huh, alcoholics come and hit it with me.
Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop. Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop. Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop. (Hello). Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop. Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop.
*phone rings three times*. Congratulations, you're the 20th caller!. . Huh? yo man, I don't wanna be the 20th caller man. I wanna hear tha alkaholiks, damnit!.
Back in the days, I knew rap would never die. Back in the days, I knew rap would never die. . The year is 2004, people talk about war. I had to hit the floor when the bombs began to pour.
(Keith, Skeoch, Hannon, Wheat, Luccketta)). . One two three four!. . I can't believe this fucked up world in which we're livin' in. Still I do the best that I can.
80 Millionen,. wollen sich klonen. das ganze Land wird multipliziert. . welch ein Alptraum. der ganze Abschaum. verdoppelt sich, wird einfach kopiert.
Steife Hften, verkrampfter Po. Eigentlich wollt ich nur aufs Klo. Ich warte und ich schwitze. Mu hier im Grenzhuschen sitzen. Warum wurd' ich rausgefischt?.
"Einen schnen Donnerstags. Es hat gerad getaut,. Da wurde Peter Lorenz in Zehlendorf geklaut,. Er kam gleich in die Kiste. Und allmhlich wurd ihm klar,.
Am I done?. I lie here dying. I lie here all alone. I gave up trying. . Give me one more gasp of life. Make this moment worth it all. Give me one more surge of strength.
I'm looking down on London. But there's little I can see. Cos I'm living so high up. And it looks so small to me. And I'm feeling so frustrated. Cos the lifts are out once more.