Looking for a new girl they say fresh and ... Notice this whatever would be ... looking for a new girl I ain't gonna love her forever. If she wanna fall I'ma let her.
Oye Mami. Ahora me tengo que ir. Pero si no regreso. Sigue con tu vida. No pares de vivir... . No llores mi vida. Te pido que sigas. Me voy pero un dia yo regresare...
Aiyo I'm just lottin' thru cuz I finished with that booty call. Green Acres more, lot and Queens had it all. Got the beat from my man Big Stan 50 Grand.
Uite cum e: dragostea, inseamna durere. Cand numai unu' da si celalalt o cere. Sunt suparat pe tine,tu te superi ca te-nvinui. Nu pot nici cu tine,nici fara tine.
It's the roll of the dice. That you can't afford to lose. It's the nature of the business. It's the smugglers blues. . I got a little proposition, homey, check it out, we gonna put it down.
5:30 in the morning and I haven't been to sleep. A pair of raggedly ass Pro Wings on my feet. Ten dollars in my pocket and now I'm on the creep. To the double up spot 'cos the shit is comin' cheap.
I guess myself's all I'm qualified to chat about. Sorry guys I've apologised, happy now?. March with a blabber mouth far from the maddened crowd. Have to bounce, I've got hatchets to batten down.
Geah. Wutup? The Compton phsyco is back. Here goes something for the niggas. . Listen up mutherfuckers cause its hard times. MC Eiht comin back with the hard rhymes. Geah.
Geah, wutup niggas. The Compton cyco is back. In your shit for the nine deuce and check this out. My nigga Scarface is in the motherfuckin' house. I am walking down the blocks wit pocketful of rocks.
Intro:. Check it on the one you Com is gonna come (X3). And check it out ha.. Verse 1:. My raps do laps around tracks and adapts. to any environment I'm the comma comma Chameleon.
Rough. . Never give up. . Oh Oh Oh. . Never give up. . Yeah yeah. . There is a place for us. so far away. but it's closer than it was yesterday. now we are riding.
[Common]. Yeah baby boy. In the place (for you and yours) to be. Da uh da uh, we got the uh ya'll. We bout to rock ya'll, we got the uh baby.... Yo yo yo check it.
Artist: C-Murder f/ Afficial. Album: Trapped in Crime. Song: NL Iggaz. . [C-Murder talking]. What's happn' yo what's happn' nigga oh salt shakin' ass muthafucka.
Listen up motherfuckers, I got a story to tell. All you niggas out there holding hands. With these motherfuckers street. Them motherfuckers behind doors holding meat.
I'm having nightmares, ooh. My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid. I'm having nightmares, ooh. My niggaz say I'm p-noid, they say I'm just p-noid, oh no.
Never will it stop,. The 50 in the duffel won't crush,. It settles to the bottom like dust,. Fuck what ya heard,. You ain't countin' paper like us.. A million in the ceiling I can touch..
I get my ride on the HumVee, walkin through the party. Puffin on chronic and drinkin on Bacardi. Gotta represent Cali and bang 'til death do us. Throwin the haters off and keep our folks next to us.
-Have you ever taken a moment to second guess. the freemasonic order or the I R S. the Caryle group and the C.F.R.. the Bohemein Grove and others so bizarre.
Mmm, mmm. No, no. No, uh. Ba da ba ba ba ba ba. Oh. Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm. . Youre too ghetto, baby. Youre too grimy and youre too trife. I could never trust you.